The Silence

[PotatoFan117 393]

 

(a missive was sent out to many towns, weirdly smelling of rotting fish)

 

What is my purpose? Or is it my punishment for the sins I do not remember committing?

 

Stuck in this body that I have no recollection of.

 

Everyone fears me, everyone wants me gone, no one cares, they just see a rotting body that needs to be put down.

 

Am just a tool, a slave to their bidding.

 

Am slowly losing my mind, is there even a point of resisting?

 

Or should I just submit?

Wandering and wandering and wandering and wandering- “it continued for several pages”

I must hide. . . . . . i must contain myself. . .. . . FAR AWAY from everyone. . . .

 

For I will not accept my situation, if others won't accept me, then I won't either.

 

Spoiler

“Strangely, there have been reports of seeing fewer pigeons in Viru and in the territory of Norland”

 

[Smoketheknight 285]

It was inside the safe blackened walls of the Witch's lair where The Dark Harlequin read the missive, having been gathered from one of his travels. The flesh facade covering his skeletal form distorts into a grin expresion. 

 

"Tsk Tsk tsk. . . These ghouls nowadays, they have no idea of the blessing they were offered to them! They are free to do what their heart desires, without death hot in their heels, and yet here they are! Doing nothing but complaining. . ."

 

All of a sudden, Calfaxmalis crumbles the paper and throws it away.

 

"They better put a smile on their decrepit faces. Otherwise. . . they are subject but nothing that oblivion."

 

[Arianthe22 242]

Scarred fingers traced the page as Nimue read the missive with a forlorn expression. The pale elfess sat within the safety and comfort of her home, once more thinking of her suffering grandfather. Patience, she thought to herself, I’ll save him.

[Mordringfan 166]

The Frost Dwarf, with whatever 'Sympathy' his husk of a skeletal body had, shared their same feelings.