A Frozen Message...

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

 

The elven city sleeps: the only movement the falling wisps of snow, the only sound the wind. As preparations are made in the coming days for the high elves to descend once again upon Anil'sul like the snow currently blanketing its rooftops, the atmosphere is like the calm before a storm or a drawn breath.

 

The clouds release their gentle flurries on the dark and light alike, heedless of what takes place below. The snow floats past the high, stained glass windows of the library, casting spotted shadows of moonlight on the halls within. Inside amongst the wooden shelves a different sort of snow swirls. Frost creeps up the columns like frozen moss and icicles cling to the ceiling, dripping frigid water into slushy puddles below.

 

In the center of the library snowdrifts pile up against a protruding pillar of ice, glimmering in the pale moonlight. Encased within the ice is a gruesome sight: a dismembered head, pale and bloodless, the grisly remains of its neck showing clear signs that something had been gnawing at it. The head is easily recognizable as a high elven male, white hair melding with the ice. The eyes are cold and lifeless, yet have been frozen open, staring wide eyed at whoever should enter the hall.

 

The sun rises again above the city, its morning rays chasing away the snow from the streets. Yet the cold walls of the library shelter the icy tomb, and the lone pair of eyes stare out in their sightless vigil, watching, frozen.

[ScreamingDingo 20568]

Gerald grunts as he goes on his routine routes around the cities to investigate certain claims. He simply stumbles upon this and mumbles. "The Frost ******* ov' Asulon are back, bloodeh great. Better tell ol' Adeon that 'is wife 'as been wanderin' 'round!"

The marked man chuckles, adjusting his gloves as he simply trudges around the library, looking for more clues from this grizzly murder.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Gerald grunts as he goes on his routine routes around the cities to investigate certain claims. He simply stumbles upon this and mumbles. "The Frost ******* ov' Asulon are back, bloodeh great. Better tell ol' Adeon that 'is wife 'as been wanderin' 'round!"

The marked man chuckles, adjusting his gloves as he simply trudges around the library, looking for more clues from this grizzly murder.

Spatters of rust-red blood can be found staining the snow and spotting the stones, a thin trail leads from the exit to the frozen head. Otherwise, there is very little else to be found, and no trace of the rest of the body. It would seem the library itself is not where the victim died.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Art's eyes drift over the head of the corpse, a face he recognized. His hands almost subconsciously curling around the hilt of his longsword, expecting an ambush. His free hand, brushed over the grotesque scarring on his face as he entertained a thought.

Seems odd that a frost witch would announce their presence in such a dramatic way. It would accomplish nothing but make their prey more wary. Interesting.

On that note he spins on a heel and proceeds to stride off, sunken shadowed eyes still darting around warily as he made his exit. 

'note to self, do not entertain flirtatious women until the witch is caught.'

[Rig 17580]

Mithras makes a self note of how glad he is that he is a Magi of the flames, before making a prayer for the fallen victim. 

[Lita 677]

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