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<blockquote data-quote="Ashrem Bayle" data-source="post: 1065082" data-attributes="member: 3103">It was dark behind the stack of hay. The shadows covered most of the area, the only light was what little trickled between the boards. Unfortunately, the pale light that washed in was just enough to illuminate the horrific sight before you.The naked form of an old man crouched before. It was Old Man Bailey, stripped of clothes and crouching over the unmoving form of his eldest son. His slowly raised his head to gaze upon the newcomers. Blood streamed down his chin, his eyes were wild and feral like a cornered animal.On the floor lay the remains of his eldest son, Jon, dressed in simple farmer's clothes. His head looked to have been nearly severed with a clean cut. His father had been pulling flesh from the wound and had managed to strip away most of the meat on his neck and right shoulder.With a shriek, Bailey lunged away. Screaming and clawing, he stumbled against the wall of the barn. He moved with a crippled gate, ruining any grace he might have had. A spear's blade emerged out of the man's neck, the other end, from his anus. It dragged along the barn's floor, protruding a good three feet from his body. He jerked at the spear, trying to yank it free, but it did not give.Initiatives:Ilsha 16Aeren 15&nbsp;- Bailey 14Kal 13Choric 9Elig 3Tamari 5</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Ashrem Bayle, post: 1065082, member: 3103"] [color=silver][i]It was dark behind the stack of hay. The shadows covered most of the area, the only light was what little trickled between the boards. Unfortunately, the pale light that washed in was just enough to illuminate the horrific sight before you. The naked form of an old man crouched before. It was Old Man Bailey, stripped of clothes and crouching over the unmoving form of his eldest son. His slowly raised his head to gaze upon the newcomers. Blood streamed down his chin, his eyes were wild and feral like a cornered animal. On the floor lay the remains of his eldest son, Jon, dressed in simple farmer's clothes. His head looked to have been nearly severed with a clean cut. His father had been pulling flesh from the wound and had managed to strip away most of the meat on his neck and right shoulder. With a shriek, Bailey lunged away. Screaming and clawing, he stumbled against the wall of the barn. He moved with a crippled gate, ruining any grace he might have had. A spear's blade emerged out of the man's neck, the other end, from his anus. It dragged along the barn's floor, protruding a good three feet from his body. He jerked at the spear, trying to yank it free, but it did not give.[/i][/color][i][/i] [b][u]Initiatives:[/u][/b][u][/u] Ilsha 16 Aeren 15 - Bailey 14 Kal 13 Choric 9 Elig 3 Tamari 5 [/QUOTE]

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