Soft winds whispered through the trees of the marshes within the forest known only by the name of the Spooky Forest a place none dared tread alone. Her feet were sucked into the mud of the marshes her path clear as she went forwards and her eyes tracked the area around her. The goal was simple return to the guild known as Savage Skull and yet in her wake she could see the lands of destruction scorch marks all around as a soft scowl grew on her face. “Ardere” her voice spoke cold and annoyed as she had seen these particular marks before knowing them to be of that man's God Slayer magic he wielded. Turning her back to the destruction she would travel away before a feeling came over her and a smile grew on her face. Trekking through the foul marshes Sayrn would make quick headway towards the edges of the forest a small town known only as Darkwell people that were considered insane for living so close to the forest.
As she moved through the forest her premonition came true as she reached the town the wind picking up as she arrived and dust would carry off the roof tops of the town's houses. An eerie feeling crept across her as she walked forwards her eyes looking from side to side as she soon began to laugh, “I knew that they would move should an attack but this feeling…” speaking with a twist to her words she would move forwards towards the graveyard. Entering her destination she would look from side to side multiple crypts and graves being scattered about some hit hard by time while others seemed fresh. Making her way to the one she got the worst feeling from she would open the crypt doors a scent of corpses reaching her nose causing a smile from her as she looked down a long staircase.
Reaching the bottom she could quickly notice that she had found her destination causing her to whistle out a loud shrill noise sure to catch people's attention as she walked through the halls. In another attempt to garner attention she would flare her magic power a distinct unholy aura surrounding her as she would begin to speak out loud for anyone attracted to her entering to hear, “Hello, I am Sayrn Firrion, here to join the ranks of Savage Skull.” Turning her head to the side she would chuckle, “Oh and I am an ex wife to a certain person that attacked you…”
As she moved through the forest her premonition came true as she reached the town the wind picking up as she arrived and dust would carry off the roof tops of the town's houses. An eerie feeling crept across her as she walked forwards her eyes looking from side to side as she soon began to laugh, “I knew that they would move should an attack but this feeling…” speaking with a twist to her words she would move forwards towards the graveyard. Entering her destination she would look from side to side multiple crypts and graves being scattered about some hit hard by time while others seemed fresh. Making her way to the one she got the worst feeling from she would open the crypt doors a scent of corpses reaching her nose causing a smile from her as she looked down a long staircase.
Reaching the bottom she could quickly notice that she had found her destination causing her to whistle out a loud shrill noise sure to catch people's attention as she walked through the halls. In another attempt to garner attention she would flare her magic power a distinct unholy aura surrounding her as she would begin to speak out loud for anyone attracted to her entering to hear, “Hello, I am Sayrn Firrion, here to join the ranks of Savage Skull.” Turning her head to the side she would chuckle, “Oh and I am an ex wife to a certain person that attacked you…”