ghost orchids
Recently, graves in western Adrestia have been turning up empty shortly after they’ve been buried. It may be the work of some grave robbers looking to make gold, but villagers have been whispering about ghastly looking people shambling into the woods late at night. [Grants Axe +1]
Mercedes really didn’t want to complain - not on a mission with one of the Knights of Seiros and especially not when they were here to help the local villagers. The training axe she’d been handed was really heavy though, leaving her to marvel at how people carried around metal axes and could swing them with such grace.
One such person was her companion, a lady named Dagr who was exceptionally tall and well built. She was at least a foot taller than Mercedes was. A giggle escaped her lips when she thought about how even Emile would look tiny next to the amazonian beauty that Princess Dagr possessed.
“I’m sorry,” she apologised swiftly, not wishing to cause offence. “I’m not laughing at you I just... imagined my little brother stood next to you. He’s not actually very little. Far from it. He’s still got a way to go before he stands quite as proudly as you do, though.” Mercedes voice softened to a wistful whisper, tinged with an emotion she’d prefer not to dwell on or identify. “It made me think of him as a cute little boy once more.” She kept her head lowered for a while as they continued through the forest. Guilt. That was what haunted her. This was neither the time nor the place though, their destination was in sight.
“Oh my, I can see why this place gives people the heebie jeebies,” she said with a laugh, drinking in the morbid backdrop. The ideal setting for a bone-chilling ghost story, on she’d love to share with her friends over tea. There’s a shuffling noise not far from them and when Mercedes turns to it’s source, her face lights up with glee. “Wow, I’ve never seen a zombie before! Hmm, I hope it doesn’t attack us. I’m not very good at swinging axes... ”
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