The Items Collected
@mindfulhobbies:
Despite the rare warm and sunny day, a darkness follows her like a silent shadow. It seems to wait and watch her, just out of sight, as if reading her body language, her thoughts.
This one was not like others it had seen in the halls. She did not clutch her possessions in a clawed grip as if something unseen was going to take it at any moment. She held them away, as if asking for the unseen force to take the “burden” away from her as she did not seem to have the strength to do it herself.
So the entity obliged, and announced its presence. “Hello my dear. A lovely day for a walk all by your lonesome I see? Didn’t bring friends along, like my lovingly crafted scroll (made of rare “vellum” mind you) requested?”
She cannot help but start at the voice - she had not expected company, friend nor foe. She clutches her rosary tighter, turning to see the large figure, a face that she has heard of by others, but never seen herself. The vestal takes a few quick paces back, her hand reaching to her hips, only to realize that she carried no mace. Her heart races as it follows the train of thought: no mace, no armor, only her unprotected flesh beneath her indigo vestal robes.
“I-” Her voice sticks in her throat. “Do not come any nearer, unholy aberration...!” She has no Holy Book, but she feels the words welling under her tongue - commands of healing, of destruction. “I will banish you from this plane myself if need be!” She does not truly think she could win this fight. Her heart hammers in her chest like a thing possessed, panic rising like bile in her throat.
