Post by Elenmosyne on Jul 24, 2005 20:42:27 GMT -5
The city of Evereska had lasted five minutes. As the great forms in the sky removed the mythal, the city crumbled. Now, two weeks later, most of its inhabitants had been slaughtered for food or killed for sport. The new rulers exuded strength, power, magic, and a form of evil so pure it had spread rot through the city. The new leaders, the great shadowed figures, were dracoliches. And their power was unchallenged.
Well... Almost...
In the ruins of a tavern an elf sat in the shadows. In one hand was a bottle, in the other a dagger. The hands clenching each had long, purple nails, though the paint was chipped an the nails broken. She emerged briefly, a figure with wild, violet curls, deeply purple eyes, and the faintest violet tinge on her skin. It was in these shadows that Elenmosyne had waited, that she had studied these monsters. And even in her impaired state she recognized a weakness that no one but her would know of. The wine under the counter had holy water mixed in.
Elen smiled. Perhaps hope remained.
Well... Almost...
In the ruins of a tavern an elf sat in the shadows. In one hand was a bottle, in the other a dagger. The hands clenching each had long, purple nails, though the paint was chipped an the nails broken. She emerged briefly, a figure with wild, violet curls, deeply purple eyes, and the faintest violet tinge on her skin. It was in these shadows that Elenmosyne had waited, that she had studied these monsters. And even in her impaired state she recognized a weakness that no one but her would know of. The wine under the counter had holy water mixed in.
Elen smiled. Perhaps hope remained.
