What Shall We Do With The Drunken Shade..

[Eleatic 1033]

On a cold huddled night, when all light is ceased. But one, a small campfire near the monk camp, a tall elven lass.. Or was she a tall human? begins telling a story, she starts it off with a faint word of "What shall we do with the drunken shade.." She picks up her dagger, flinging it toward the ground. The edge becoming lodged in the ground, as she tells a story more akin to a nightmare,

"Once upon a time, in Asulon ,or Aegis.. That part is forgotten, a man and wife with newly wed status had conceived Two people of odd backgrounds, a maiden, and a shade.. It made for an odd marriage, their child was born five years after. A hybrid of human and elf, an impure child.... One born to an unholy union, of beast of Iblees; And best of impurity. A child born to the worst possible combination.. It is said this little girl endured much in her life, her father had killed her mother, turned her into near zombie so he could not hear her.. Tried to kill her because she knew, but I'll focus on one thing now, the zombification of her mother.. And her escape,"

"It started as she reached age five, she had heard many many times her parents fighting. Something to do with whores.. She had barely ever left her room, afraid of what was outside; If he was going to punish her, her father was far From kind. He had many times attacked his mother, he had abused his magics.. He had only done one thing with his child, give her a doll. He claimed it would protect her, on this day. It did not, the little girl had awoken to his mother screaming, twitching. In her own room.. She screamed, her father twitching, grabbing her neck, "ENOUGH!" She had gasped.. Her mother was quiet obviously, not her mother.. Her red dress was gone, she was wearing a blue dress, her eyes had become dead.. She looked to her father,

"W-What happened to mommy?"

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"He kept his hand to her neck, giggling. "I- I fixed her.." The woman who was in her mother's body, was more or less dead.. She backed off, looking toward the door. The zombie of her mother smiling grimly.. She could almost hear her mother telling her to escape.. She had looked to her father, eyes wide. "D-Daddy.. D-daddy.. L-Let me go.. Please.." Her father had complied, letting his hand from her neck, while he looked to his slave.. She grabbed her doll, slipping through his legs, screaming loudly, his mother's body running toward her as her father shouted, "KILL HER, TAKE THE DOLL, KILL THE OTHER CHILD AS WELL!' She squeeled, roaring with her little childlike voice. Running as fast as her legs would allow, she managed to get out've the door..''

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"She had escaped, but.. She knew what had occurred to her mother, and what her father had done.. She would not go back, no, she would've left her family there. She was but a child, a man, kindly had found her. He had offered her aid, food.. Though, she would never forget these events, never.."

She slams a fist to the wood, she is crying, she hums a song as she steps away..

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Slice his throat with a rusty clever.. Shoot him through the heart with a loaded crossbow.. Early in the mourn-ning..

"

She continues humming as she roams away, you are aghast at the obviously nonsensical tale, and obviously wondering why the little girl, as you guessed whom she was. Would state it in such a horrible manner..? She just roams away, though you can tell her linguistic skills are something to be desired..

[[Former char I discontinued playing, because person who played her daddy was offline/other reasons, she's thirty nao. c: Are-pee shall commence with her, oh, and for the weirndess of the story. She is recalling events from when she was five.. It's a b it.. Fuzzy.]]

[Bircalin 332]

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