Rain Cloud
First Post
*a man garbed darkly in clothing steps up to the boards and quitely tacts up a message on a aged peice of parchment, its edged worn and burned in places.*
Dead and made, a body wanted claimed cannot.
Dire Drow who saught to find cannot.
Blood is here to show of proof, nothing else is left.
Never to rise, the soul is lost to the screaming walls of ice.
Stop the search, I want no reward.
Golden-eyed and flecked with red rests with the winds.
The Vines Have Spoke
*the note ends here, a dried mark of blood is spattered on the left edge of the paper*
Dead and made, a body wanted claimed cannot.
Dire Drow who saught to find cannot.
Blood is here to show of proof, nothing else is left.
Never to rise, the soul is lost to the screaming walls of ice.
Stop the search, I want no reward.
Golden-eyed and flecked with red rests with the winds.
The Vines Have Spoke
*the note ends here, a dried mark of blood is spattered on the left edge of the paper*
