A Life Taken...

[The Elder Eye 101]

Spirits danced around the blackened sky, they appeared to be Elven soldiers, though they were no longer alive, their skin rotted, some missing eyes, fingers, even full limbs.

 

They were adorned in plate-mail, they stood around the beings, as if they were an acting barrier, standing solemnly... They held the weapons they used in their past lives with great strength.

 

She was trapped...

Victim to the will of the Engraved.

She rose a dagger in protest, but it was to no avail...

 

The floorboards under her feet snapped onto her legs, immobilizing her like a deer stuck in a bear trap. She adjusted her stance, groaning in pain as the wood stabbed into her ankles and calves.

 

The woman dropped her blade, as it lifted upon it's own, it flew to the hand of the assaulting ghost.

 

The ferrum blade floated within the grasp of the spirit, into his left hand.

He stood there, he was coated in an extravagant set of armour, halberd in hand, he grasped it tightly, looking at her like a beast after it's prey.

 

He approached her, as she stared in terror. Raising his arm, he slashed at her. Her arms crossed over her body, and her forearms were sliced open by the sharp edge.

 

Tears started to form from her eyes, she begged for her life, but no mercy was given.

He slashed once more at her arms, they cut open once more, blood dripping from her forearms down to the wooden planks.

 

"Submit to your fate, and it will be over swiftly..." A disembodied voice had said.

 

The ferrum blade flipped, he thrust it down unto her body, stabbing into her forearms.

Fatigue set in, she fell back.

 

Upon her falling back, her wooden bound legs released a loud snap as her tibia and fibula snapped in two. She lie on the the ground, the dagger repeatedly stabbing into her guarding arms. Her body was filled with an indescribable pain.

 

Her arms finally dropped, all of the energy sapped out of her body, her vision dimmed... Her fate was sealed.

 

The Engraved, Rzahnch Nchazefk, walked to her, raising his halberd high above himself...

 

He stabbed it down, cutting through the flesh and rib, puncturing her heart.

A large amount of blood exploded forth from her chest like a sanguine fountain...

 

 

Her body racked from fatigue and knife wounds. Tears stained her blood-soaked face. The blade she once turned to the great Spectre, now lie in her heart.

 

Her friends rushed to her aid, but it was too late, Valulaei'Leyun died in terror and agony, alone within the darkness of illusion.

 

The illusions and darkness faded into the peaceful veil of night, as her friends stood over her, The Engraved broke apart into the wind, disappearing.

 

All that could be heard was the crying of Primrose, her Halfling friend.

 

A voice echoed in the wind, "May your soul rest in peace..."

[Mephistophelian 977]

((I'm curious as to what these are. Are they murders, where the victims have agreed to PK? Are they just murders where we will see the victims the next day? Do they have a purpose other than a ghost getting the urge to run around killing people? ))

[The Elder Eye 101]

((The victims are free to return on their own accord, but I believe Malicore is permakilling this character of hers/his. The Engraved has a reason to why he is killing mortals, but it is not a clear one.))

[ThumperJack 927]

Demagol sighs "It 'as 'appened yet 'gain."

 

He finishes a small wall, then looks out at the water "T'is 'as tu' end."

 

"Andeh! Weh 'ave some buisness tu' attend tu'!"

 

((Is it known that the killer is a ghost?))

[Oldkingmeta 1]

Deckard walk out of the Cloud Temple, shaking his head, before washing some of Val's blood from his hands. "Well, at least she's still kicking." He chuckles lightly, "And, She's got a nice Yule gift early." He stands from the crouching position, grabbing his walking stick, and walks off, a spring in his step, and a smile on his face.

[GodEmperorFlam 3447]

Katari grumbles to himself, cleaning Valu's blood off his tabard after he had rushed her body to the monks. Upon returning home, he begins to write a series of letters, birds leaving occasionally to carry them. It was time to force this ghost into the afterlife.

[Oldkingmeta 1]

((your plans have been foiled again, Ghost of pg's past!))

[The Elder Eye 101]

((It would be known to those present during the murders that it was a ghost, but it would be hard to identify which ghost it is, due to him altering his physical appearance quite often.))

[Glyc 234]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.