STRAYING FROM THE FLOCK

[AndrewTech 3330]

STRAYING FROM THE FLOCK

 

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The Petran Countryside

c. 1929

 

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It was a day very much like any other for Elizabeth Brae. Known to many as the Lady of Du Loc and the President of the NGS, she was an old, retired diplomat who had lived a long and arduous life. The Adunian woman was on her daily stroll from her cottage in the Free Port of Chambery to the Petran capital city of Vallagne, this being a habit that she undertook to keep up the strength of her ailing muscles and heart.

 

Being the explorer that she was, she found herself fathoming a map as she paced along the path that had become as familiar with her as her own home. There were expeditions to plan, exhibits to step up, and of course, minas to make.

 

But as Elizabeth passed by the wheat fields on the periphery of the Petran countryside, she suddenly realized that something was off.

 

She had stepped in something unexpected, something wet. And as she looked down, she noticed that a pool of red liquid had permeated her boots.

 

A chill ran down her spine as the sorceress’s eyes glowed with a cyan hue as she allowed the map to be blown away in the wind, a hand flying into the folds of her coat as she retrieved her wand defensively. Slowly, she carried out, fearing that a beast or a murder might have been on the loose.

 

What she beheld, however, was entirely different from what she had been expecting. Her jaw fell agape as she beheld the ghastly, unnatural sight that lay before her.

 

“God help me…-” Was all that the sorceress was able to mutter before stumbling backward, her connection suddenly breaking. 

 

The elderly woman sprinted, though that spring soon turned into a hobble as she darted toward Vallagne with all the energy she could muster. She had to tell someone about this.

[Aeus 2653]

Zephyrian would make his way to the scene of the crime as news spread of the attack. "Cultists! I knew there was something more to the goat flyers. Our society has been infiltrated, this message is clearly a threat to our institutions!" Exclaimed the Dark Elf to the other members of the society.

[RPDrakon 11]

Adrian would also make his rounds in the Chambery area while also strolling upon the burnt fields with a somewhat sorrowful expression. "Very strange..." He said to himself as he looked around and then quickly departed, clearly he would need to preform some investigation of the events that transpired here.