Posts : 1206 Join date : 2011-04-01 Age : 32 Location : USA - Massachusetts
Subject: The Dark Grave Mon Oct 31, 2011 2:32 pm
Far to the south of Shadowdale, an aging elf wanders into a centuries old grove. Trees have sprung over ashes, grass has grown were there was once blood. The tragedies of the world have been lost.
He falls to his knees, gazing up at the waning sun. He slowly closes his brilliant green eyes, listening to the quiet song of death as he feels the centuries of war tearing down his body. He lays down on the grass, his blood red cloak settling on the green, a gentle breeze rustling the cloth, the edge of his glove pulled back to reveal his burned flesh.
A song is heard at the tree-line, a black haired woman holding the reigns of a horse, the haunting song rings across the grove, nature itself pauses and listens. The tragedy of a life torn apart by hate, by vengeance so branded, slowly falls apart.
Peace finds itself a comfortable place in the heart of a lost man, of a broken soul who has lost all light.
Subject: Re: The Dark Grave Mon Oct 31, 2011 4:48 pm
A few times, a white hooded and hidden bardess can be seen on the grave, singing a light song of peace before leaving without a word.
Diamondwing
Posts : 492 Join date : 2011-06-12 Age : 33
Subject: Re: The Dark Grave Tue Nov 01, 2011 3:39 am
A druid in all red stares across the field at the grave. His eyes showing tension for a moment but as he departs a soft whisper breaks his lips. Blood red and jet black roses rise from the dirt on the grave in the symbol of Sheverash.
NorthernStarshine
Posts : 219 Join date : 2011-08-27 Age : 34
Subject: Re: The Dark Grave Tue Nov 01, 2011 7:12 am
A pigtailed blonde, wearing a black funeral gown stumbles upon the site of the grave by chance during her aimless wandering. She blinks a few times, puzzled by the view. The red and black roses called forth to create the symbol of Shevarash bring her to realization. Her expression stiffens before forming into one of regret and sympathy.
She pulls a black hood up over her head, covering up her blonde locks. She silently approaches the grave and kneels down by where the roses have grown.
Closing her eyes, she parts her lips to let forth an eerie, almost silent tune - the invisible vibrations of her voice causing the grass by the base of the grave to rattle and rustle in silence, forming unto the grassy soil the words.
"Thank you... And forgive me."
Slayermaster
Posts : 1206 Join date : 2011-04-01 Age : 32 Location : USA - Massachusetts
Subject: Re: The Dark Grave Sun Dec 25, 2011 1:58 am
A black haired woman goes to the grove in the dead of night, alone.
She kneels among the grass, letting go a handful of ashes, shutting her eyes as she reaches for the dead.
"It's over, you need to go."
Tears run down a dead face, burned hands are clasped in comfort
"I wished for so much"
She nods, running eyes over the rough skin shewn over a lifetime.
"It's time to go, you need to let go, let go one last tears, and move on"
A squeezing of the palms, a final breath of cold, a single tear rolls down a dead face.
Home 
Latest images 
Register 
Log in 
Subject: The Dark Grave 
