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I Have No Voice And I Must Speak (RHOODLES)

Started by Eckhart_Von_Musel, July 01, 2017, 08:17:43 PM

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Griselda hated rain. Water made her wings heavy, and when her wings were heavy she couldn't fly. Not that she was very good at flying anyway, but she liked having that option just in case. She wished she could've stayed in Arca longer, but unfortunately having a boss- especially one as controlling as Hildegarde could be- meant she had to make regular reports.

It was a long way back to Zantaric.

So there Griselda was, on the road, in the rain, soaking wet. This particular road was nestled in between a creek and a field of flowers- no shelter in sight. Making a small *tch*, Griselda would continue trudging along until she saw something that caught her eye.

It wasn't a particularly fancy carriage, but it had walls and a roof- that's all Griselda cared about. The fact that it appeared to have been the target of a bandit raid didn't bother her too much, nor did the coachman's dead body laying in the mud. Smiling, Griselda opened the carriage door and was greeted by three more bodies- this carriage was apparently carrying a family.

Then Griselda noticed something very odd indeed. All three of the victims had been killed with arrows- Griselda had been around long enough to recognize the wounds they all shared. What was strange about this was that these people were, well, in a carriage. Had they been lured outside, shot, and then placed back into the carriage as if nothing had happened?

Griselda was beginning to get spooked- something that didn't happen easily. Stepping away from the carriage, she began to walk away... then stopped to check the coachman's pockets, because maybe whoever did this forgot to steal his wallet.

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