Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-25038310-20160515220604

" Thou'st comitted the gravest of sins, in thy hope of purloining sanctity. Yet, was this worth it? "

''"I do not know." The spurned knight replied, looking over the woman as he retracted his sword out of her cranium. The blood, strange of colour, gushed out of her head as her eyes turned glassy. It was, to him, a wondrous achievement, but it did not undo his curse. The realization of that fact hit him hard, yet he maintained his cold and indifferent posture, perhaps in an ill-fated attempt to conceal his despair to the other present in the chamber.''

''"All is not well." He remarked as he turned back to the elderly woman, who had donned a brown hood matching her cloak. ''

''In her current attire, she was reminiscent of a priestess, yet the silver and gold brimmed in the simple cloth signified she was no ordinary one. Perhaps one with an elevated or higher status than others.''

''She knelt beside the newly wed as she took a hold of her pale hand, folding hers with her own. A silver ring, much too large for the deceased's finger fell on the grey tiles, causing the scorned warrior to grab it, and place it on his own finger. It was a beautiful memento, a burden and a constant reminder of what he had done with so much vigor and hope, only for it all to be blown away by dissapointment.''

''The Spurned walked over to the priestess as he stood over her like a menacing beast, its hunger not yet stilled. She did not do much to escape his grasp, pulling back her head as he slit her throath. Her cold body fell beside the one she had seen as an ally and companion, and for a brief moment, their hands still folded together, he could see a glint of peace in her eye. ''

The following was not done in ill will.

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Richard could not agree more with that statement, but he kept himself silent. Things were not only strange these days, but hard as well. Yet, he had no intention of budging now.

Abello visibly shrugged. "When has it ever not been strange?" He asked, although he did not expect another answer.

They started approaching the crowd of weary pilgrims as they continued marching and trudging through the mud of the path leading to the city. These people did not seem to take heed of them, as mercy was granted to them by the lionheart, after all. They had no need to fear the other Undead, courageous in their own right as they were, brazenly travelling towards this sanctuary in search of their final downfall.