Post by kyri on Nov 12, 2024 1:55:13 GMT 1
Kyri looked out over the plains below, the setting sun making the waves on the lake sparkle, at the mouth of the pass a lone standing stone marks where settlers came together against a greater threat, aptly marking the spot of her murder a short while ago, she smiles at the memory and the irony.
Death on an island where few truely die, Kyri had been a frequent visitor to the Preistesses of each of the centers of civilization, on an island of death did Death feel robbed or are Agonians just unworthy to move on, she stood for a long time considering such thoughts as the sun finaly set she turned and strode back into the Inn.
Inside as ale and wine flowed the hardy folk, those left after the latest undead uprising at least, tried to forget their sorrows, Kyri pushed through to her seat by the bar and sat down catching the eye of the barman.
"Ye be lookin like it be a wine night" the barman stated.
"Maybe but first an ale I think", as the barman moved to pull her drink she turned and looked around the Inn mostly all locals she noted, the ale arrived and she took long swallow leaving the drinking vessel half empty, staring at it she returned to thinking about the nature of death on this cursed island.
It was true some did not walk out of the resurection shrine but they were the few, most of the awakened took up residence near the cities, sensibly so, not all were cut out for the dangers that lay around the island, hell she herself was probably not cut out for them but then for her each death was but a minor setback, she wondered how she had not at least learned the priestesses name by now, she finished her drink.
"Another?" the barman asked.
Death on an island where few truely die, Kyri had been a frequent visitor to the Preistesses of each of the centers of civilization, on an island of death did Death feel robbed or are Agonians just unworthy to move on, she stood for a long time considering such thoughts as the sun finaly set she turned and strode back into the Inn.
Inside as ale and wine flowed the hardy folk, those left after the latest undead uprising at least, tried to forget their sorrows, Kyri pushed through to her seat by the bar and sat down catching the eye of the barman.
"Ye be lookin like it be a wine night" the barman stated.
"Maybe but first an ale I think", as the barman moved to pull her drink she turned and looked around the Inn mostly all locals she noted, the ale arrived and she took long swallow leaving the drinking vessel half empty, staring at it she returned to thinking about the nature of death on this cursed island.
It was true some did not walk out of the resurection shrine but they were the few, most of the awakened took up residence near the cities, sensibly so, not all were cut out for the dangers that lay around the island, hell she herself was probably not cut out for them but then for her each death was but a minor setback, she wondered how she had not at least learned the priestesses name by now, she finished her drink.
"Another?" the barman asked.