Ashan 70th 718
Lucretia Meadows was a starving artist that set her pace practicing her violin, and while simply a novice she made a rancid little racket harping her bow across the hair strings rocking it back and forth attempting a very harmonious melody that was dark and somber. The strangest thing the notes were both tranquil and foreboding. The only problem with it was the musician ad her instrument was made of almost the highest quality and produced lovely sound.
But as played every so often the sorceress would slip a note or out of place key as shed slid her bow the wrong way from inexperience as she tried to flow with her instruments rhythm.
Dusk had begun to settle in.
And while her violin case was open, with a few paltry coppers and silver tossed in. There was a bright red bird a cardinal to be exact that rested snuggly and appeared to be asleep while Voila loomed close.
Through the labyrinth of back alleys Lucretia had done her home work intelligently. She knew where she was hunting taking time to deliberately follow the corridors during busier less dangerous times, and understanding of her environment her hunting grounds at dusk. Most were either already home departed from there jobs, or taverns. Shed lure those into the back alleys with her music, and if it felt right would flay the unwary and leave them dead it's how she survived and fed her addiction to ether.
So shed sit and wait while Voila acted as a look out and hall monitor of sorts, as her fingers poised gently strummed on the neck of her instrument, while her face was concealed by the silhouette of shadows provided by her black cloak as her red lips were curled in devilishly sinister little smile as she waited patiently in her web of music.
But as played every so often the sorceress would slip a note or out of place key as shed slid her bow the wrong way from inexperience as she tried to flow with her instruments rhythm.
Dusk had begun to settle in.
And while her violin case was open, with a few paltry coppers and silver tossed in. There was a bright red bird a cardinal to be exact that rested snuggly and appeared to be asleep while Voila loomed close.
Through the labyrinth of back alleys Lucretia had done her home work intelligently. She knew where she was hunting taking time to deliberately follow the corridors during busier less dangerous times, and understanding of her environment her hunting grounds at dusk. Most were either already home departed from there jobs, or taverns. Shed lure those into the back alleys with her music, and if it felt right would flay the unwary and leave them dead it's how she survived and fed her addiction to ether.
So shed sit and wait while Voila acted as a look out and hall monitor of sorts, as her fingers poised gently strummed on the neck of her instrument, while her face was concealed by the silhouette of shadows provided by her black cloak as her red lips were curled in devilishly sinister little smile as she waited patiently in her web of music.