Auralein
Legend
Vowrawn stood at the entrance to the cave, Crowbeak Hammer in hand. The bitter wind of the Cerulean Expanse bit against his skin, causing his face to crinkle in pain to reduce the area it affected, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath which did nothing to settle his fears of the cave. Imperia Narkissus was a minor noble of dubious origin that held the courts of several villages within the Expanse until the degradation of her life when in her lust, married a Vyre after the death of her first husband, subsequently being converted and in turn converting her two daughters from her first marriage. The Villagers, when they found out about this, staked her husband and proceeded to burn him at the stake, causing Imperia and her children to flee into the Cerulean Expanse leaving a string of feedings and chaos in their wake. Vowrawn had spent several days tracking down Imperia, having asked Shepherds, Travellers and even interrogating Bandits until finally happening upon the cave he stood at right now.
Vowrawns grip on his hammer was tight enough to pale the skin on his grey, Moor Elven hands as he took a step in, the fear of not one but three vyres, potentially in this cave enough to terrify him but the fear was quelled by the fact that if he didn’t pursue his duties to the Grey Lady, Specifically striking down the Soul Stealers minions and protecting the realm; how could he expect to call himself a blessed of the Grey Lady? The cave itself wasn’t dark or dank as he expected but rather well lit, warm and dry which put Vowrawn at some level of ease, causing his grip to relax on his hammer, taking a few more steps in to finally rid himself of the lashing of the wind of the back of his neck, Vowrawn appreciated that the cave was in itself rather homely, there were rugs, stools, tables, even a small stove and a small pantry. Vowrawn continued to step around the cave looking around, almost mesmerised by the hermit-like lifestyle this woman and her daughters could have created despite their upbringing. Vowrawn climbed up some small stone steps into the upper area of the cave. Clothes, Mundane Beds and a discovery that shocked Vowrawn to the core; A man, likely a Shepherd due to his clothes laid dead, chained to a small, stalagmite type stone with skin as white as snow; the man had clearly being completely drained of his blood. A stone rattled behind Vowrawn, turning in shock to view a tall, thin but almost gaunt woman who radiated a sickly concept of dark beauty.
“What are you doing here?” The woman asked, clearly taken aback by the random man in her home, his face wrinkling quickly as she took in Vowrawns appearance: Armed, Armoured and with Shield.
“... I’m lost” Vowrawn said plainly before the woman, clearly the woman knew he had been pursuing her, noticing the three Birch Wood Stakes strapped to his Armour.
Imperia Narkissus hissed, her fangs visibly as he grabbed the unready Vowrawn by his Armour plate and threw him against the wall with tremendous strength, Vowrawns head impacting against the stone causing it to bleed as the stench of blood filled the Vyres nose, making here all the more bloodthirsty. She went to kick Vowrawn in the stomach but found her soft shoes only impacting against the metal of Vowrawns Half-Plate but the force was enough to cause Vowrawn to fall down the stairs with Vowrawn shouting “Shit! Shit!” in Mok’yra as he tumbled down the stairs into a pile, rapidly attempting to gather himself as Imperia descended the stairs, hissing all the while. Hissing was something that had always irked Vowrawn, why would a grown person hiss at you? Are they a rabid animal? Imperia Narkissus, Lady of some backwater Lordship in the Cerulean Expanse pounced on Vowrawn and he knew that unless he acted now, he was dead.
Vowrawn in a final effort, hefted his hammer up as she almost came upon him, the spike on top of the Hammer found purchase and Imperia Narkissa, Mother, Wife, Lady was impaled from stomach to back, the woman's eyes going wide before she slowly fell to the side and looked down as her stomach oozed a mixture of Blood and Bile before looking at Vowrawn and shrieking in terror as she crawled back against the wall of the cave. “No! No! No! Stop! No! Please!” Imperia pleaded as Vowrawn kicked her in the stomach to weaken her before taking a Birch Stake from his armour and descending on Imperia, jamming it into her chest, through her breasts and into her heart as the Stake took effect; Imperia Narkissus went limp. Vowrawn panted, looking at his own blood and Imperia’s as it mingled across his armour.
“Daughters… Daughters” Vowrawn thought to himself as he finally brought himself to his feet, pulling his Helmet on, admittedly something he should have done before entering the cave, Vowrawn stood and looked around before being greeted with a shriek of “Mother! You Bastard!” as the eldest Daughter of Imperia struck the side of Vowrawn’s Helmet with a Dagger, the scraping of metal on metal filling the Cave with an awful screeching sound.
This time however, Vowrawn was ready, he seized the girl, no older than 16 by the throat and violently bashed her into the wall of few times till she went weak, casting against the floor next to her mother, the girl desperately tried to wake up her mother with tears until they were abruptly curtailed by Vowrawn plunging a stake into her own chest. Vowrawn blinked at the body of the Staked girl before standing. He turned to find the final and younger daughter, barely 13 crying silently in the corner, a look of utter terror on her eyes as she stared at Vowrawn. Conflicted by what he must do, Vowrawn pulled his helmet off and kneeled down, the final stake in his hand as he stared at the girl. Vowrawn’s mouth wobbled a while as if he was trying to mouth the right things to say before finally speaking.
“I wish I could say I am sorry… but i’m not. You chose this life. You chose your crimes. Killed innocent men and women to sate your unnatural appetites… However I am sorry it had to be this way.” Vowrawn then slowly plunged the final stake into the girl's chest, the brightness of her eyes disappearing as she entered her dormant state.
Vowrawn dragged the girl to her sister and mother, looking at the three with uncaring eyes before he realised he had quite literally just destroyed a family and a wave of melancholy washed over him, exasperated by the state of the cave, the once homely and warm cave was now dark, slicked with Blood and home to three corpses. Vowrawn elected to entomb the corpses of the family in the cave where they lived, finding suitable raises in the rock to rest on, Vowrawn wrapped them in shawls and laid them to rest, the body of the Shepherd would have to be returned to his family once he left, so the body of the Shepherd was carefully handled outside. As Vowrawn left, he saw a slick of blood on the floor and stared at it for a while, it was at this moment he felt a pang of dissociation with himself as if the man he was looking at in the reflection of the blood was not the same man that landed in Storms Landing a few months ago. For a moment, he swore that the reflection looking back at him was actually his own Father.
Vowrawn Mol’Natrizi’ma blocked up the cave entrance, said a prayer upon the entrance and after the bloody and brutal affair: The Narkissus Family was entombed. To Slumber for eternity.
Vowrawns grip on his hammer was tight enough to pale the skin on his grey, Moor Elven hands as he took a step in, the fear of not one but three vyres, potentially in this cave enough to terrify him but the fear was quelled by the fact that if he didn’t pursue his duties to the Grey Lady, Specifically striking down the Soul Stealers minions and protecting the realm; how could he expect to call himself a blessed of the Grey Lady? The cave itself wasn’t dark or dank as he expected but rather well lit, warm and dry which put Vowrawn at some level of ease, causing his grip to relax on his hammer, taking a few more steps in to finally rid himself of the lashing of the wind of the back of his neck, Vowrawn appreciated that the cave was in itself rather homely, there were rugs, stools, tables, even a small stove and a small pantry. Vowrawn continued to step around the cave looking around, almost mesmerised by the hermit-like lifestyle this woman and her daughters could have created despite their upbringing. Vowrawn climbed up some small stone steps into the upper area of the cave. Clothes, Mundane Beds and a discovery that shocked Vowrawn to the core; A man, likely a Shepherd due to his clothes laid dead, chained to a small, stalagmite type stone with skin as white as snow; the man had clearly being completely drained of his blood. A stone rattled behind Vowrawn, turning in shock to view a tall, thin but almost gaunt woman who radiated a sickly concept of dark beauty.
“What are you doing here?” The woman asked, clearly taken aback by the random man in her home, his face wrinkling quickly as she took in Vowrawns appearance: Armed, Armoured and with Shield.
“... I’m lost” Vowrawn said plainly before the woman, clearly the woman knew he had been pursuing her, noticing the three Birch Wood Stakes strapped to his Armour.
Imperia Narkissus hissed, her fangs visibly as he grabbed the unready Vowrawn by his Armour plate and threw him against the wall with tremendous strength, Vowrawns head impacting against the stone causing it to bleed as the stench of blood filled the Vyres nose, making here all the more bloodthirsty. She went to kick Vowrawn in the stomach but found her soft shoes only impacting against the metal of Vowrawns Half-Plate but the force was enough to cause Vowrawn to fall down the stairs with Vowrawn shouting “Shit! Shit!” in Mok’yra as he tumbled down the stairs into a pile, rapidly attempting to gather himself as Imperia descended the stairs, hissing all the while. Hissing was something that had always irked Vowrawn, why would a grown person hiss at you? Are they a rabid animal? Imperia Narkissus, Lady of some backwater Lordship in the Cerulean Expanse pounced on Vowrawn and he knew that unless he acted now, he was dead.
Vowrawn in a final effort, hefted his hammer up as she almost came upon him, the spike on top of the Hammer found purchase and Imperia Narkissa, Mother, Wife, Lady was impaled from stomach to back, the woman's eyes going wide before she slowly fell to the side and looked down as her stomach oozed a mixture of Blood and Bile before looking at Vowrawn and shrieking in terror as she crawled back against the wall of the cave. “No! No! No! Stop! No! Please!” Imperia pleaded as Vowrawn kicked her in the stomach to weaken her before taking a Birch Stake from his armour and descending on Imperia, jamming it into her chest, through her breasts and into her heart as the Stake took effect; Imperia Narkissus went limp. Vowrawn panted, looking at his own blood and Imperia’s as it mingled across his armour.
“Daughters… Daughters” Vowrawn thought to himself as he finally brought himself to his feet, pulling his Helmet on, admittedly something he should have done before entering the cave, Vowrawn stood and looked around before being greeted with a shriek of “Mother! You Bastard!” as the eldest Daughter of Imperia struck the side of Vowrawn’s Helmet with a Dagger, the scraping of metal on metal filling the Cave with an awful screeching sound.
This time however, Vowrawn was ready, he seized the girl, no older than 16 by the throat and violently bashed her into the wall of few times till she went weak, casting against the floor next to her mother, the girl desperately tried to wake up her mother with tears until they were abruptly curtailed by Vowrawn plunging a stake into her own chest. Vowrawn blinked at the body of the Staked girl before standing. He turned to find the final and younger daughter, barely 13 crying silently in the corner, a look of utter terror on her eyes as she stared at Vowrawn. Conflicted by what he must do, Vowrawn pulled his helmet off and kneeled down, the final stake in his hand as he stared at the girl. Vowrawn’s mouth wobbled a while as if he was trying to mouth the right things to say before finally speaking.
“I wish I could say I am sorry… but i’m not. You chose this life. You chose your crimes. Killed innocent men and women to sate your unnatural appetites… However I am sorry it had to be this way.” Vowrawn then slowly plunged the final stake into the girl's chest, the brightness of her eyes disappearing as she entered her dormant state.
Vowrawn dragged the girl to her sister and mother, looking at the three with uncaring eyes before he realised he had quite literally just destroyed a family and a wave of melancholy washed over him, exasperated by the state of the cave, the once homely and warm cave was now dark, slicked with Blood and home to three corpses. Vowrawn elected to entomb the corpses of the family in the cave where they lived, finding suitable raises in the rock to rest on, Vowrawn wrapped them in shawls and laid them to rest, the body of the Shepherd would have to be returned to his family once he left, so the body of the Shepherd was carefully handled outside. As Vowrawn left, he saw a slick of blood on the floor and stared at it for a while, it was at this moment he felt a pang of dissociation with himself as if the man he was looking at in the reflection of the blood was not the same man that landed in Storms Landing a few months ago. For a moment, he swore that the reflection looking back at him was actually his own Father.
Vowrawn Mol’Natrizi’ma blocked up the cave entrance, said a prayer upon the entrance and after the bloody and brutal affair: The Narkissus Family was entombed. To Slumber for eternity.
