A strange figure enteres Arethor...

[PajosFTW 18]

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Night falls on the human capital of Arethor. At the far side of the city, an arm shoots out of the water, and struggles to pull a cloaked, soaked figure onto the docks. Pulling his legs free of the ocean, the gaunt man rolls over onto his back, wheezing and panting, a canvas sack clutched in his hands. Gradually, he rises to his feet, and lurches towards the Arethor dock gate.

Into the city he shambles, skulking through the alleys and low walls of gardens, shrouding his thin figure in his cloak, the colour of shadow. There is no moon this night, and only the torches and fireplaces of the nearby homes light the city. For the most part, the people are asleep - aside from the occasional patrolling guard.

The figure pauses as he slips by a torch, eying the flame. His sunken eyes radiate a nervous respect, maintaining a distance between his pale face and the fire. Continuing on his path, he eventually reaches the main square, empty at this time of night, but still electric with the activity from the day. Approaching the fountain, he opens his bag, reaches a hand in, and pulls two hands out.

One hand is his, and the other is bloody and torn, cut from another body. Grabbing a couple old nails, the figure presses the hand to the pole of the fountain, and pushes the nails through, chipping into the mortar of the stone, attaching the gruesome hand to the water piece. Stepping back, he watches dispassionately as the hand turns the water cloudy-red with runoff blood, then tosses a piece of parchment onto the ground in front of the fountain. Turning away, he looks up at the houses around him, kindness and compassion radiating from his gaze as he observes the sleeping households. Then, he pulls his cloak tighter around him, and disappears into the night.

Lying on the ground in front of the fountain-mounted bloody human hand, the parchment paper is inscribed with a single command, painted in thick, rough handwriting.

"Know the truth, and love thy mother."

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[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

* As "The Demons Head" sulks around Arethor in his cloak, stalking those who might interest him in his future plans he comes across the hand and the parchment and says very quietly to himself

"Hmm how interesting, seems to be some sort of killer on the loose. Perhaps I will find him one day, maybe he will be of use. Or maybe he will try and kill me. Though if you don't try anything you won't achieve anything and my goals must be achieved"

[Djinne 32]

*Djinne smiles as he reads the note.

Decieve other's truth, and kill their family.

He chuckles at his little joke before walking away and leaning on a wall, to observe those who come after him.

[steelersfan1221 300]

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