The Songstress Reborn
Location: The Tainted City
What could be more delicious than a sip of fine red wine amongst good company? Well, there were many a thing, but it was far from an unpleasant task. Especially when the bottle was one of her, custom make. The woman had spent far too long alone this day, and had need to relax. So with her violet hood up, she chose only the finest of taverns to take the first of her drinks in. She smiled to the tender, as she approached with a Crimson wine in her hands. She had been planing this for some time, a call, a signal.
And how beautiful it would be. The tavern full of Resurgent Empire troops, officers, and the occasional loyalist was only too delighted to be bought a round of the taverns "finest stock" by her. Drinks were served at once in special cups, only the finest for such high pay after all. And Ariealla's was the toast to permit the first sip.
"Gentlemen, friends, a toast to victories, those of today and tomorrow. May our fortunes ever grow until the final days.." Hers was the sole glass to be filled with the blood red wine, the only one not drinking the stock. And as they all took the first drink, it became apparent. Whilst Ariealla's drink held faint, metallic taste that delighted her tongue, the others soon began to choke, Gasping for air as they dropped one, by, one.
Finishing her drink, she sighed in relief, glancing to the bodies slumped all around her. Their songs were so short, she simply had to find the next instruments to play. She tossed a few credits to the tender with a sly smile. "Seems some just can't hold their drink. Such a tragedy."
And that, she left to find the next victims, leaving behind a singular note. At the behest of Abyss, not quite her style, but far be it from her to deny him. The small not, which read...
The Prophet's hand is endless.
[member="Soeht"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="The Slave"] [member="Serenity Loveheart"] [member="Blake Morrigan"] [member="Veritas"] [member="Vrak Nashar"] [member="Dravis Rosilla"] [member="Darth Abyss"]
What could be more delicious than a sip of fine red wine amongst good company? Well, there were many a thing, but it was far from an unpleasant task. Especially when the bottle was one of her, custom make. The woman had spent far too long alone this day, and had need to relax. So with her violet hood up, she chose only the finest of taverns to take the first of her drinks in. She smiled to the tender, as she approached with a Crimson wine in her hands. She had been planing this for some time, a call, a signal.
And how beautiful it would be. The tavern full of Resurgent Empire troops, officers, and the occasional loyalist was only too delighted to be bought a round of the taverns "finest stock" by her. Drinks were served at once in special cups, only the finest for such high pay after all. And Ariealla's was the toast to permit the first sip.
"Gentlemen, friends, a toast to victories, those of today and tomorrow. May our fortunes ever grow until the final days.." Hers was the sole glass to be filled with the blood red wine, the only one not drinking the stock. And as they all took the first drink, it became apparent. Whilst Ariealla's drink held faint, metallic taste that delighted her tongue, the others soon began to choke, Gasping for air as they dropped one, by, one.
Finishing her drink, she sighed in relief, glancing to the bodies slumped all around her. Their songs were so short, she simply had to find the next instruments to play. She tossed a few credits to the tender with a sly smile. "Seems some just can't hold their drink. Such a tragedy."
And that, she left to find the next victims, leaving behind a singular note. At the behest of Abyss, not quite her style, but far be it from her to deny him. The small not, which read...
The Prophet's hand is endless.
[member="Soeht"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="The Slave"] [member="Serenity Loveheart"] [member="Blake Morrigan"] [member="Veritas"] [member="Vrak Nashar"] [member="Dravis Rosilla"] [member="Darth Abyss"]