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Cyril Darkcloud · 09-15-2005, 10:57 PM

The One Eyed-Wolf Tavern

Silence stands where once boisterous merriment held nightly court and the morning rituals of picking up after the activity of night are not observed. The birds do sing this morning and the sun rises with no song to greet its rays. While all was dark and veiled beneath silent blackness, horror too lay hidden visible only in the imaginings and nightmares of the frightened villagers. But with the coming of the light comes as well the opening of the eyes and the facing of what has happened.

Were it simply a matter of the spilling of blood, or even the deaths of several, the eye would be saddened but could endure what it sees. But blood was more than merely spilled and several were not merely killed and the terrors of the grave seize and afflict even those eyes that merely look upon the signs of their passing. Death itself made merry last night, feasting upon hero and commoner alike and the delight, the sheer glee with which lives were consumed and destroyed, the prodigal scattering of blood about by what must be gallons, these are things the living eye cannot endure. And so this day the breaking of dawn is met in turns by gasps and shrieks that soon recede to silence. And when at last voices find again the strength to speak it will be to curse the rising sun which brought such horror to the eyes ......

..... Dead. Word will spread slowly from home to home, a tale told haltingly and more with sobs and vacant looks than by words. All within the tavern. Dead. Lost. And so much blood ......

ooc: dplax, I trust you can work with this....

09-15-2005, 10:57 PM	#258
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	The One Eyed-Wolf Tavern Silence stands where once boisterous merriment held nightly court and the morning rituals of picking up after the activity of night are not observed. The birds do sing this morning and the sun rises with no song to greet its rays. While all was dark and veiled beneath silent blackness, horror too lay hidden visible only in the imaginings and nightmares of the frightened villagers. But with the coming of the light comes as well the opening of the eyes and the facing of what has happened. Were it simply a matter of the spilling of blood, or even the deaths of several, the eye would be saddened but could endure what it sees. But blood was more than merely spilled and several were not merely killed and the terrors of the grave seize and afflict even those eyes that merely look upon the signs of their passing. Death itself made merry last night, feasting upon hero and commoner alike and the delight, the sheer glee with which lives were consumed and destroyed, the prodigal scattering of blood about by what must be gallons, these are things the living eye cannot endure. And so this day the breaking of dawn is met in turns by gasps and shrieks that soon recede to silence. And when at last voices find again the strength to speak it will be to curse the rising sun which brought such horror to the eyes ...... ..... Dead. Word will spread slowly from home to home, a tale told haltingly and more with sobs and vacant looks than by words. All within the tavern. Dead. Lost. And so much blood ...... ooc: dplax, I trust you can work with this....