Choices Made

Ruthia · Dec 13, 2006

*This snow white piece of parchement is held to the tree by one of it's many thorns. The writing on the paper appears to almost be the viberant color of freshly spilled blood. The words on the paper seem carefully thought out and percisely written, the note writer wish to get the message out clear and loud.*

I must give up
and admitt my mistakes
I must give up
For there is more then my life at stake.

Four who are three,
Dearest I hold thee.
Mother though I never be,
Still I love thee.

Youngest three,
though just babes you be.
I pray each day
You will forgive me.

Oldest two
proud I am of you.
Time has proven to all,
That you will not fall.

The lost ones
four in total.
Long you have waited
for mommy to come.

Brothers united
stand and fight.
Do not go as quietly
as I do into the night.

Sisters sweet Blessed
be thee and thine.
Remember make not the mistakes,
I have this time.

Friends I miss thee,
for I hold all of you dear.
The times you stood with me,
and we fought back each fear.

Husband I love you
with all of my heart.
And it kills my soul
that now we must part.

Forgive me one and all
Forget me before you fall
Hate me before you Break
For the foolish choice I MUST make.

*The note has a simple picture of a flower at the bottom, followed by the words*

Snow Flower

Alek · Dec 14, 2006

Alek wanders up to the tree and happens to read over this...after awhile a vacant sort of look comes to him and he looks up at the sky to try and ponder the meaning of this.

He says to himself thoughtfully "Well..., whoever this is is either going to kill themselves, or is going on a really long trip...in that case..."

He reaches out with a metal claw tip to write something near the very bottom.

Can I have your stuff?

Alek~

He then walks off towards the tavern.

Ormus Gustavick · Dec 18, 2006

The man in blood red robs limps terribly to the cork boards. He leans heavily upon a plain looking crooked staff. As his eyes scan over the notes he comes across one with writing he recognizes. His face twists in horror as he scans the message. As he finishes he lowers his head and places one hand over the note.

o 0 (Oh my dear Ruthia...what have I done...I'm sorry. Once again I have failed you. Just like I always have.)

With his shoulders hanging low he slowly lips away the air of despair around him is almost palpable. As he leaves a trail of tears and what looks to be like blood is left behind him

Roluth · Dec 18, 2006

Written on what appears to be a pearly white scale, etched into it like the writer had nothing but hate and malice in his/her heart. This note appears under the first.

Quietly into the Night?
More like with screams of Fright!
And I will try with all my might
to make them sound just right.

Choices you have made
In your bed you will be laid
the time left for you has died
You'll pay for all the times you Lied

Full out war I declare on thee
Bring yourself now to me
Else you may never see
The child that still be

This note is unsigned as well, just a simple bloody thumb print below the words.

rucaro · Dec 19, 2006

Tacked by a pin a reply is left*

Stalking in the shadows, the essence of your fear.
You seem not to realize the end for you is near.

I hear your whispered secrets,
I hear the plots you make.
I even watch and study, each and every life you take.

I have found in you a weakness, and exploit it I surely will.
my blade has nearly found you, so ready for its kill.

I will take from you your children, and you will watch them die.
Unable to even help them as you hear them cry.

So if war is what your seeking, then war is what you've found.
but now you face a shadow who comes without a sound.

*left unsigned,an image of a slain dragon etched in dark coal*

Roluth · Dec 19, 2006

Care for your own, shadow one
For helpless they be
To one who has been shown
how much they mean to thee.

The children are nothing
Meer thoughts in the wind
But I do hold something
That will make the one mind

Oh sister sweet sister
Come now we must see
Oh sister dear sister
How much will one more mean to thee?

*this note, once again etched on a scale, is signed by a picture of a dragon egg.*

Ruthia · Dec 21, 2006

*This note appears to have been slammed on the tree by an angery hand*

Roluth, Dearest of Brothers
Run, RUn while you can
Know now I will not faulter
till your blood stains my hands!

*This is signed by a blood red dragon, arched back as if hissing in anger.*

Choices Made

Ruthia

First Post

Alek

First Post

Ormus Gustavick

First Post

Roluth

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rucaro

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Roluth

First Post

Ruthia

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