Post by cygryl on Sept 11, 2016 5:08:39 GMT
As the sun sets on the September market day many things have changed from the months before. A new Mayor resides in the former Whitton Estate, a vampire has been dealt with, and a Necromancer punished under the law. A myriad of other issues still remain to be dealt with but Cygryl smiles sitting down in his circle. Yes things are moving forward towards writing the wrongs of the past. Soon perhaps people will find that all the solutions are there if they are wilLing to work together to solve them.
But then a thought comes to him. What if it takes to long? Your not as young as you used to be. Even a few years ago you could have done so much more.
"There is a solution". He mutters to himself as he stands and exits the circle walking towards the edge of town.
Minutes pass and a horrified scream Emin ates from the direction Cygryl went. It is a scream of pure agony as if one found the perfect torture for its vocalist.
Moments pass and Cygryl stumbles towards his circle blood seeping from his eye sockets and ears. His hands grasp his head shakingly as he falls crying into the circle. Those aproaching to investigate hear him muttering as if in a trance. "To much, to much, to much, to much."
But then a thought comes to him. What if it takes to long? Your not as young as you used to be. Even a few years ago you could have done so much more.
"There is a solution". He mutters to himself as he stands and exits the circle walking towards the edge of town.
Minutes pass and a horrified scream Emin ates from the direction Cygryl went. It is a scream of pure agony as if one found the perfect torture for its vocalist.
Moments pass and Cygryl stumbles towards his circle blood seeping from his eye sockets and ears. His hands grasp his head shakingly as he falls crying into the circle. Those aproaching to investigate hear him muttering as if in a trance. "To much, to much, to much, to much."
