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Night had fallen upon the nation of Connloath. Stars sparkled brightly in the black expanse overhead, the moon only a small crescent at this time. In the section called Matron's Hallow, in a city located nearby the Athervann Lake, lie an abandoned bell tower. It had been abandoned some years ago, when the proprietor who used to dwell in the chambers below it, complained about a ghost haunting its halls, or more specifically the topmost tower where bells chimed the hours of dawn, noon, dusk and midnight respectively. The building accompanying it used to be a shop as well as a small church dedicated like many in Connloath's lands to Ansgar and a few of the saints associated with the Connloathian religion. Now it lay in disuse, dust coating the walls, floors and ceilings, while the bells still chimed the passing hours.

Currently the bells were striking the hour of midnight, the inbetween hour as some superstitious folks liked to call it, loud chimes echoing out across the small pasture which surrounded it. A road led up to the once church from here, before snaking around the back of it, the bell tower itself looking as majestic as ever.

It was here where the ghost Pepper dwelled for the time being, in the endless void between life and death as life for her had long ago been snuffed out, like a candle in a fierce wind. Now, she wandered its halls and corridors, but spent most of her time looking out at the land around it from the high window of the bell tower. Her form was ghastly indeed, blackened flesh with glowing orange eyes of vengeance framing her once pale face. Long white hair fell down her back as she stared somberly out the window and wailed in despair for the umpteenth time of her lonely existence.

ilithael

Night had fallen upon the nation of Connloath.  The Moon shined upon the streets of the dark city, not a single mortal to be seen.

except for one.

A tall, armored figure walked down the streets, dark shadowy wisps trailing behind him. A greatsword rested in its sheath on his back, covered by a tattered, navy blue cape. The Figure, named Ilithael, looked upon all the different buildings, the names of the different shops and taverns nigh unreadable. He sighed, thinking about the sad and dark tone of the city. alas, he thought, staring at a now abandoned tavern, to think that this city used to be filled with warriors and maidens. Now it is but a ghost town. Suddenly, he heard the ring of a bell tower, striking 12 times as the moon in the sky was high above his head. it is midnight. i should find a place to rest. He looked over at the bell tower that had finished ringing hmm, he thought, having considered his option before him, perhaps i shall take rest inside the tower, if only for the night. He continued walking towards the bell tower, unaware of the ghost that lay inside it.

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