Demecas's torment

Demecas · Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 2:10 am Post subject: Demecas's torment

*A rock beams her in the head as she walks from her home over the gravel and unkempt road. She falls to her knees as blood trickles from down her forehead over her left eye. It didn't matter though the eye had been dead for quite awhile. Ever since the night the mayor got drunk in the tavern and shoved a broken green bottle in her eye. She was blinded in that eye ever since along with a nasty scar of the round bottle that the Paladin she was being cared for couldn't heal.*

Villager 1: WITCH YOU KILLED HIM! IT"S ALL YOUR FAULT.

Villager 2: We should burn her, yea burn her.

Villager 3: Na why should we waste the wood on her.

*Small rocks, glass, and pieces of metal dig into her hand as she tried to get up off the ground. She never once says anything or cries out in pain. It's as if she doesn't feel it. She took this abuse all the way to the Tavern. Unlucky for her the tavern was on the other side of the town from where she lived. It didn't help that the tavern wasn't any safer for her then the street. Dema opens the door to the tavern only to hear her boss yelling at her.*

Tavern Boss: Damn it Demecas how are you going to serve people if you’re a mess like that. Go get cleaned up and don't be late for your shift. You already scare the hell out of my customers as it is you stupid rat.

*She closes the door behind her and heads for the back room where she cleans up and wraps up her injuries. As she finishes she looks up in the mirror she remembers her dream from that night.*

~Her village is a peaceful one. She is a happy and lively girl not much younger then she is now. Slowly the day starts to get dark as the air fills with a foul and unforgettable smell of the dead. She starts to run back home but stops as she sees the undead killing her family and friends of the village. a man in the lead is a tall backend creature covered in a ratty cloak. His hand around his staff looks like rotting flesh and bone. An Erie Green fog emanated from his body along with a laugh that would make your ears bleed. as she watched him move towards her the earth it's self died under each step he took. Turning from green to ashy grey! As the creatures hand reached for her a sword of light struck the creatures arm. A man was holding the sword. It was the paladin that she had been taken in by who is now dead from his injuries. In her dream the creature and the paladin battled. She could hear it but she was to afraid to look. The Paladin mad a horrible noise when the creature struck him injuring him bad. When she finally had the courage to look up she only saw the paladin coming at her. He picked her up and left the area only able to save her soul as they disappeared into a near by forest.~

*Her Eyes filled with rage as the blood kept flowing down her brow. She smelled it again the death that took it all from her in her dream of that horrible day. Unfortunately the tavern keeper and the customers didn't know what hit them. She left the back of the room in a rage that can only be called a berserker rage. She killed everyone in the tavern before she turned on the town. By the time she left not a single thing in that town was left alive. And all because the cook burnt the soup.*

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