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The bloody remains of a one sided battle had turned the serene coastal city of Ayal into macabre wasteland. The city streets were still covered with the decomposing corpses of it's inhabitants. Indiscriminate were the victims, as the bloodied remains of men, women, children and animals were scattered about the place. No one knew what happened here, as the details of how the city fell remain a mystery. Only one man escaped, but he had been entranced by an Augur's gaze, so he remembered nothing.
The strangest part of it all is that there is no evidence of battle, other than the remains. No arrow's were fired, and from the location of the bodies, it seemed that the town was caught unaware. It seemed a surprise attack, which makes it even stranger as it was first night of a new month, meaning that the worshipers of Kine, the Goddess of Purity, were conducting their festivities. That meant that the towns defenses were up, as the worshipers of Kine were often protested against by worshipers of Gaylus, the God of Purity for their immoral conduct. As dangerous as it all seemed, Amethyst Khaul was determined to enter the city. She was determined to find the remains of her fiance, Daahle, and the cause of his demise.
The city of Ayal had four major districts: The Lower Residential District, The Upper Residential District, The Market, and the Docks. Daahle would be in the Upper Residential District, due to a private business meeting taking place there. However, it was the area farthest from the gate, being the Northern most point of the town. Were he home, in the lower residential area, it would take but a few minutes to find him. He was not however, and with the size of Ayal, it could take upwards of an hour just to make it to the area, let alone find the house of the transaction.
Amethyst entered through the gate. The air became noticeably colder as she entered, causing Amethyst to shudder. Her pale Caucasian became littered with goosebumps, and her breath released a steady mist. It was a midsummer's night, so she had not come prepared for the cold. Instead, she wore thin trousers and a short sleeved garment. Nothing covered her head, save for her shoulder length blonde hair.
As she paced through the town, she couldn't shake the feeling she was being watched. If she really concentrated, she could hear faint sounds of music and merriment. The spirits of the dead were known to be thought to be bound to their place of death, though it has never been proven. The thought of the eyes of a whole town watching her sent an even colder chill down her spine than the temperature did. She placed her hand on the hilt of her sword and persevered. Finding and avenging a fallen loved one was much more important than her discomfort.
Amethyst did not think it necessary to bring a companion with her on this quest of hers, as it was a personal matter she thought she must deal with alone. Despite her small stature, she was well trained with a short sword, able to make short work of a regular criminal. Now however, she wished for some kind of company. Something to take her mind off the gruesome spectacle, or to block out the judgement of the deceased. Anything to keep her mind at ease, and more importantly, keep her sane.
As she moved from the Lower Residential District to the markets, she could swear she heard footsteps, as if someone was following her. She turned to face this stalker, but saw nothing. Now even more nervous than before, she pressed on, looking over her shoulder at every turn...
The strangest part of it all is that there is no evidence of battle, other than the remains. No arrow's were fired, and from the location of the bodies, it seemed that the town was caught unaware. It seemed a surprise attack, which makes it even stranger as it was first night of a new month, meaning that the worshipers of Kine, the Goddess of Purity, were conducting their festivities. That meant that the towns defenses were up, as the worshipers of Kine were often protested against by worshipers of Gaylus, the God of Purity for their immoral conduct. As dangerous as it all seemed, Amethyst Khaul was determined to enter the city. She was determined to find the remains of her fiance, Daahle, and the cause of his demise.
The city of Ayal had four major districts: The Lower Residential District, The Upper Residential District, The Market, and the Docks. Daahle would be in the Upper Residential District, due to a private business meeting taking place there. However, it was the area farthest from the gate, being the Northern most point of the town. Were he home, in the lower residential area, it would take but a few minutes to find him. He was not however, and with the size of Ayal, it could take upwards of an hour just to make it to the area, let alone find the house of the transaction.
Amethyst entered through the gate. The air became noticeably colder as she entered, causing Amethyst to shudder. Her pale Caucasian became littered with goosebumps, and her breath released a steady mist. It was a midsummer's night, so she had not come prepared for the cold. Instead, she wore thin trousers and a short sleeved garment. Nothing covered her head, save for her shoulder length blonde hair.
As she paced through the town, she couldn't shake the feeling she was being watched. If she really concentrated, she could hear faint sounds of music and merriment. The spirits of the dead were known to be thought to be bound to their place of death, though it has never been proven. The thought of the eyes of a whole town watching her sent an even colder chill down her spine than the temperature did. She placed her hand on the hilt of her sword and persevered. Finding and avenging a fallen loved one was much more important than her discomfort.
Amethyst did not think it necessary to bring a companion with her on this quest of hers, as it was a personal matter she thought she must deal with alone. Despite her small stature, she was well trained with a short sword, able to make short work of a regular criminal. Now however, she wished for some kind of company. Something to take her mind off the gruesome spectacle, or to block out the judgement of the deceased. Anything to keep her mind at ease, and more importantly, keep her sane.
As she moved from the Lower Residential District to the markets, she could swear she heard footsteps, as if someone was following her. She turned to face this stalker, but saw nothing. Now even more nervous than before, she pressed on, looking over her shoulder at every turn...