Ravenloft
Sweet Rogue
- Joined
- Jan 29, 2000
- Posts
- 18,844
Nightblade:
Dusk had set in and the night would soon take its rightful place in the sky. It was a dark land even when the sun shown though. Few dared travel the lonely pass, and even fewer still once night fell. Those that did more oft than not had a way of dissapearing without a trace.
Nightblade knew well the dangers that lay upon this path, for he was the cause of them... Mostly... But she shrugged the unexplained as workings of fearful, ale coated tongues, and would continue to do so until he saw diferent.
Ten months ago he took claim of this path, extorting coin from any foolish enough to drive it in the dead of night. Him and his hand full of men...
A night ago one of his men had dissapeared and had yet to return. Nightblade sloughed it off as a deserter, but his men claimed diferent. Nightblade could only laugh at their ghost story of how the man had been lured off by a compeling orb of light... A will o' whisp... Joking that they should keep an eye on their drinking. Restating the fool must have deserted. Loyalty was the realm of noble men, those with the luxury to abide by a far too restricting code.
So the ones that had seen the deserter go off were on edge this night as they all hid in wait for a wagon, full and round with goods and coin. "Listen men, we are the ghosts of this pass... If any of you think otherwise than ye be fools! Now keep your eyes forward and sharp! Word has it that there will be a wagon along some time tonight..."
Dusk had set in and the night would soon take its rightful place in the sky. It was a dark land even when the sun shown though. Few dared travel the lonely pass, and even fewer still once night fell. Those that did more oft than not had a way of dissapearing without a trace.
Nightblade knew well the dangers that lay upon this path, for he was the cause of them... Mostly... But she shrugged the unexplained as workings of fearful, ale coated tongues, and would continue to do so until he saw diferent.
Ten months ago he took claim of this path, extorting coin from any foolish enough to drive it in the dead of night. Him and his hand full of men...
A night ago one of his men had dissapeared and had yet to return. Nightblade sloughed it off as a deserter, but his men claimed diferent. Nightblade could only laugh at their ghost story of how the man had been lured off by a compeling orb of light... A will o' whisp... Joking that they should keep an eye on their drinking. Restating the fool must have deserted. Loyalty was the realm of noble men, those with the luxury to abide by a far too restricting code.
So the ones that had seen the deserter go off were on edge this night as they all hid in wait for a wagon, full and round with goods and coin. "Listen men, we are the ghosts of this pass... If any of you think otherwise than ye be fools! Now keep your eyes forward and sharp! Word has it that there will be a wagon along some time tonight..."