THE FIRST STEP OF THE WHITE MARCH

[Karina 1901]

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A message had been left in Celia'nor, but not one written only in ink. What was once a mali'ker stood now as a testament to something far more ancient and hateful. 
 

!!GORE WARNING!!
 

Spoiler

The corpse had been desecrated horrifically. The black carpeting of the Ak'vei was stained crimson with guts. Disemboweled, such parts were reused; a pentagram was drawn from their intestines. At each of the points, a limb was pinned with a stake. Through each palm, each ankle, and even one that pierced through their mouth and out the back of their spine. 

Drawing some small modicum of attention away from the carnage came the phrasing spelled in blood spilled 'pon stone. 

"THE EYE SEES. THE HAND ACTS. THE WHEEL TURNS. THE MARCH CONTINUES ON." 

 

[satin 7600]

A Knight inspects the scene. He gazes, for a time, at the pentacle. Then:

 

"Eternity! A lofty goal, for one so captivated by the horror that flesh can bring. I do wonder how little of life this zealot has experienced. I would like to speak with them."

 

His rather dramatic remark given, he wanders off to the more snowy areas of the world, doing absolutely nothing about his desire to speak with the culprit. No doubt all was as the North willed it to be.

[KillerMaid 636]

Malna/Annika walked into the guild, having a list of things in mind.

 

"Naith are you-" 

 

..... what has she done. Only a shriek could be heard

[ProcaPro 559]

An elven woman had stumbled across the crowd of people in the Ak'vei in Celia'nor, had heard of and barely glimpsed the scene.

 

Fascination, more than horror, lay in Okerka's mind. After all, she had met the woman at least once, but the location was a surprise. The dedication, the message alongside it. The ability to so quickly, assumedly, set up a gruesome scene. Yes... fascinating, was the word.

 

As quickly as she'd come to see, so too had she flitted away, letters to send in hand.