*within Tarkuul Lilith paces, searching for Valkin, she yells within the halls, curse outside the Temple, and finally letting anger and frustration take over her robes are stripped to be replaced by plates of armor. Staff thrown aside, scimitar and shield picked up*

Tonight, and for everyday hereafter Falazure shall have a hero. Blood and energy for my Lord. *a makeshift altar is left in the cliff cave in Tarkuul. A dagger is drawn, flesh of an arm cut; blood spills across the altar* GUIDE MY BLADE so that you may FEAST! Falazure, my patron, my heart; we shall eat tonight...And FOREVER!!!

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Yes, it is a tattoo...Did it hurt? Nah, felt like chicken.

A young drowess watches from shadow, and slooooowly a silver brow arches.

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Aly'dra Zau'ana: Priestessish Of Eilistraee
Danika Nefzen: Druid of the Earthmother
Delia Am'Anodel: Paladin of Torm

* A few days have past since that night in Tarkuul. Lilith has not been seen on the roads or visiting the the merchants. Her presence in the Living City would be missing as well. The area around the idol of Falazure still holds many items of her personal conquests; torn tabards from various knightly orders, bones and others baubles all left behind.*

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Yes, it is a tattoo...Did it hurt? Nah, felt like chicken.

*Alone; the only light source in an otherwise dark chamber, an everburning brazier. A week has near past since she retreated here, the stench of rotting flesh and taint of undeath helped her nerves a bit; but there was something different now...this place she once called sanctuary. Her words echo through through the empty room*

" We had a strong alliance, our combined might shook their faiths. *half-hearted laugh* humph. That brief moment matters little now. Did it ever? Your Chosen is gone, your devout hide and scatter to the wind. Your cause was also our fight. I stood alone in my faith by their side. *clenches a boney fist and screams* WE COULD HAVE KILLED THEM ALL!!! MERCILESSLY!! *takes a sharp deep breath and whispers* all for nothing. *produces a fine silken pouch and pulls a single fire red ruby; stares at intently* the rot, the decay *breathes deep*, perhaps it is my turn to join them. *Lilith opens a portal and just before stepping into it she tosses the ruby into the fiery brazier* Take care of Natia...Rotting Prince"

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Yes, it is a tattoo...Did it hurt? Nah, felt like chicken.