Murder she Wrote-Nakia-02/08/22
Aug 9, 2022 8:46:26 GMT
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Post by Nakia on Aug 9, 2022 8:46:26 GMT
A female Elder elf woman came to this ‘Fort Ettin’ this past day, it’s walls a home to many 'adventurers' of this land.
She beseeched help from the Bigg’cat Jenna, in investigating a murder most foul which had befallen her village.
Though a proficient adventurer I am not like these others, I shall not stand idly by whilst the judgement of The Great Prowler is besmirched.
I would help right this wrong.
I would help right this wrong.
And so..it seemed, would many others of this place.
For as I offered my assistance to this the Elder one, my offer of aid was joined by other figures of varying degrees of..‘manners’. A long earred Elder, Boosya.
A young dark dressed kit of vocal nature who spoke in strange tongues, Corilla. Another kit who appeared to be friend to both m..mice..and plant life, Sif. An Elder Taxbaxi with an air of regality, Lucky.
A ‘Party’ of sorts, so it seemed, had been formed.
I sit now and reflect upon the events of our investigation in my rented room.
A coastal town, Seasons End, pitched within a beautiful vista in the land of the Fey. It’s people ill at ease with this dark act that has marked their lands.
The Bigg’cat, Dawnlight, deeply troubled by the loss of one of his herd. I assured him we would correct this ill act in the name of The Prowling One.
Victoria, the dear departed lost-one. Watched over by the Father. Her body marred by the bite of a great beast, a shark. The tell-tell signs of its teeth, the loss of..the arm, the blood.
I bore witness to..an act of..'Trickery’. The ‘rite’ performed by the long eared elder. She..I do not fully know what she did..But upon completing her chant, the corpse of the girl..It..She
I-I..I cannot recount horrors of the vision which awoke before us.
Great prowler.
Should the actions of this Booysa sway your judgement unfavourably.
Should I, a child of your ways have..intervened…
I ask for your forgiveness long tailed one.
I was..afraid..A Coward.
I beseech you..
Look upon this act as..a necessary evil.
One which has now halted further untimely calls of judgement by your hand.
Mow.
Look upon this act as..a necessary evil.
One which has now halted further untimely calls of judgement by your hand.
Mow.
So to we come to the bringer of this untimely judgement. The Bigg’cat’s son, the young ‘Eladrian’ man, Francois.
Upon first meeting him his face clearly wore the troubles that plagued his mind, like the clay which coated his boots.
Found at the scene of the..act..Upon the victim. Upon the sill of his bedroom window.
This clay, a faithful tool to me in my work, this day has performed another task to me.
As the key to this mystery.
As the key to this mystery.
To lose one you love can be a painful burden to bare, but to lose them by your own hand, out of mind and yet bear witness to such violence.
Such pain is unspeakable.
Such pain is unspeakable.
We stood vigil at the cave after he admitted his actions. Bore wittiness to his curse as he transformed before us.
Watched with sadness as it’s ferocity and his turmoil collided within the pool before us.
Watched with sadness as it’s ferocity and his turmoil collided within the pool before us.
All the night we stood watch over him.
Till morning came, and he was free once more.
Till morning came, and he was free once more.
Oh Great Prowler, please judge this young one fairly when his time comes.
Let him find peace as he stands before you. May his ‘actions’ of this day not hinder those of which he has yet to take.
May he perhaps be given the chance to speak with his love that he has lost.
A chance to explain.
A chance to forgive.
May them both be guided along the right path by your hand,
From this life to the next.
Let him find peace as he stands before you. May his ‘actions’ of this day not hinder those of which he has yet to take.
May he perhaps be given the chance to speak with his love that he has lost.
A chance to explain.
A chance to forgive.
May them both be guided along the right path by your hand,
From this life to the next.
Mow.
