The morning after

My head hurst and it all seems so unreal. If it wasn't for the dirt and the blood I would think I had too much mead last night, but I didn't drink anything, could have used it though. At least the bodies are buried and hopefully that foul smell will go away now. The rest is all a bit vague, having a ceiling fall on your head tends to do that, I hear... Something about a rat, someone saw it and wanted to put it in the soup... a thrown dagger... some papers, people were reading while the dead were waiting...a locked box, someone tried to open it...

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Something wicked that way goes...

The mist had not yet disappeared, but the dawn was glowing over the horizon
The silence was disturbed by the groaning and splintering of wood
Something tumbled out of the boarded-up-house
It had the shape of a man, but it was bent and gnarled with grey skin over a skull-like face and yellow eyes

If you had been close enough you would have been overwhelmed by the stench emanating from the boarded-up-house
The house where some moons ago a group of traders took up their residence
Who disappeared in the house after a few weeks
Boarded the place up and weren't heard from
Until now

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Going back

His hushed explanations were barely audible over the nightly sound of the river and the snoring of their unplanned for companions. She looked at his face, knowing the expression so well, she didn't need the moon's light to see it. That mixture of guilt and anoyance, knowing he had messed up badly again, but still trying to justify himself and anoyed she called him upon it. Her mind was racing already, his attempts to appeace her not reaching it anymore. It would end in a promise that he'd never do it again, it always did. She now had to deal with the concequences.

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Time to pray

Information, protection and money, all needed so desperately and here, in this desolate place, so hard to come by. But there are prospects, posibilities. If she can stay alive, stay unoticed. Something is nagging at the edge of her conciousness, it feels important, but it keeps iluding her. It is dangerous, unlikely and difficult, but she knows she has been through worse. Pushing the emotions that threaten to overwhelm her aside, as her training has tought her, to concentrate on the present, she moves through the one thing that is now her own. She has had less, it's a place to start.

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A day as any other

A day as any other, the hessitant spring sun clearing away the remains of last nights mist. Inhabbitants on there morning business pausing for a moment to exchange a few words.

The witch and the seamstress seem to have more to talk about then usual and they break off their conversation when the young Cimmerian joins them.

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The candle..

filled with foul powers of sorcerry now broken in his hands, and ofcourse he saw best to bury it. But the dammed worshipper has the only shovel he knows of and he was in no mood to go visit the confused man or hear more about his fantasies of Mitra. He shook his head and walked on, further away from the village until he found the river, with no hesitation he threw the broken parts of the candle into the water.

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Remembrance of Faith Past

To my shame, may Ahura bind me, to my shame, for I have acted from heart, not spirit. I gave in to youth, fearless, headstrong and he led me to the Keeper's chosen woman, by force from her eyes the twilight veil of lies to rip. She greeted us with calm and words that gave resonant food for reflection... For her man, the host to the one so worthy of worship, so worthy of praise, object of fear, fear bestowed upon his wife's image, fell dead to the dust from whence his flesh was dreamt forth.

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Smoke in the mountains

In the dim evening light a distant glow could be seen coming from the direction of the hidden valley in the mountains. Even next morning smoke could be seen rising into the sky...

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Dear diary - Most exciting day in decades!

Where I would start? I have to first mention that I haven't been this excited for decades! Finally the day has come to take first glance inside the basement. Start wasn't very promising as I was too much in rush, excited and I managed to fall when going down deep steps in to the darkness. I hurt my knee, but luckily Anyad, Qinaide and Flavya with torch was there almost instantly to help me up and give me some help. I have to say that Anyad has turned much nicer lately... I almost like her. Oh, by Mitra did I really said that? Anyway. Beastie, and Gathord joined shortly as well.

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The mask hanging on the shelf...

...It had been hers for such a long time. She peered over her shoulder... Soup Lady was sleeping. She turned towards the mask again, staring menacingly back at her. Should she take it again? It had thrived by forcing her to wear it... But maybe she should keep it on, as a reminder of worse times, to be more careful. She pondered for a long while before taking her choice; The mask came on smoothly, made exactly to fit her head, and she felt excited when it was on.

Quickly, she returned to her bed and slept a while, tomorrow would be a long day.

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