Roleplay from Kristina Chamberlain
There was a commotion as she left the room. Kristina kept the hood of her Mauntery Cape pulled close and did not look back. People rushed in the opposite direction ignoring the priestess. . It was not a feeling she was used to.
There was a veil of silence as she rounded the corner to the wing where her sister had been staying. She proceeded with caution as she neared the doors, where was Dekmar? She smelled the blood before seeing anything. She calmed herself invoking the Goddess she strode forward regarding the slumped form of Dekmar with a sad glance . He had fallen just inside the doorway sliced from groin to chin. Kristina within recognised the pain this would cause Catherine but the Oracle only sought to seed the faithful spirit. Ewald had fallen before the inner door. His injuries were many and smaller but the outcome was the same. A cooling pool of blood and the crumpled frame of a once great man.
The Elder Maunt was similarly disposed of, her twisted body sprawled just before the Prince's crib. The shadesmith held the child close to his chest in the darkened corner of the room.
"How unfortunate for you to keep me waiting Kronagos. "The man's voice sounded playful despite the carnage he had caused.
She pushed back the hood all vestiges of Kristina gone. A mystical wind stirring the edges of her hair.
"You are mistaken sir... soon to be sorely so..."
