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63392, Sunlay's Role Chapter 6
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM

Role

Chapter 6


Spire Reflections
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The delicate sounds of her boots echoed through the empty Spire. It had become a place of
deathly silence in the recent years. The Provincials had fallen from their perches, a fact
that conflicted Sunlay for she shared not affection with the pitiful elven Paladin who had
watched Galadon like a hawk in her assimilating years. She remembered well the arrogance
that cloaked him like an aura of righteousness and allowed herself to rejoice at his timely
demise.

As for the Provost? A myth. A shadow. She had never had the pleasure of meeting he whom was
responsible for the Magistrates who served the Spire. Another highborn elf, one that she
could endure as long as her wages were deposited into her accounts. She paused at the very
thought and her mind began to drift to the journey she had embarked upon.

From defiling the cycle and assimilating into the civilised world, her predatory instincts
had aroused the interest of the Unspoken One. The fragility of the situation did not allude
her. She knew He whom called the Locusts would not be satisfied with mere morsels of common
criminals to sate his ravenous hunger. He desired the souls of many for his Wellspring. And
above all else, he delighted in the hearts of goodly Priests and savages of the Outlands.

A wry smile made its way on to her lips as the echoing reverberations of her footsteps tore
her from reminiscing the bloodied path behind her and returned it to the issue at hand. The
Spire was as barren as the Light in her tormented soul. Higher and higher she ascended the
steps of the Spire and ignored the Halls of the Vindicator that so often called to her own
predatory soul. The season for that would come.

But for now, the moon was waxing - the perfect moon for regrowth. She snorted to herself in
disgust as knowledge of her past creeped into her subconscious and filled her with a dark
revelation. Perhaps it was time for growth after all.

Withdrawing her quill she found a cosy outlook and began to pen her application so that she
may serve a higher station within this place she now called home.