Tommorow Is Another Day

[Merkaken 516]

Whispers have been heard. Rumors spread. Talk of people attacked, broken, beaten, cut, carved, but never killed. All with the word "Dread" written on their bodies. Rumors or Dread Knights persist in various areas, namely around the Caliphate. Some guards suggest travelers be wary, and to be armed with something.

On several trees, words are carves sloppily.

"Dread beckons the metal shards"
 

A lone Knight stands alone in the trees outlying the Caliphate, staring out before retreating into the woods.

"Tommorow... Is another day..."

 

[DISCOLIQUID 2731]

A pale woman, ashen in skin and marble of hair. A right hand, tucked into a fist, leaks ebon mist into the world, before the plants around her leak their own life into her vice. The vegetation fades and withers, and Tek stands, boring a cold glare into a tree, the words before her carved by some force. A snarl passes over her visage, and her form departs with haste, mumbling words under her cold breath, speaking of an old alliance.

 

[loakmendbe 62]

"I dread at the thought of the metal being in shards, one could sell those!" would say one Adil al-Sakhr upon reading a message carved into the tree. He'd shrug his shoulders and say "Their loss, not mine." as he turned to make his way back into the city of Al Wakrah.

Edited September 5, 2015 by kincaid

[Elad™ 560]

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