Deep night. It is a time when nocturnal things come out to own the surface world. It is a time that shadows seem to come to life out of the corner of ones eye.

The soft sound of grass being crushed by footfalls broke the nighttime silence. Not loud for the individual was lithe and light. So the sound was a soft swish…swish…swish. It made its way from Kempos to the entrance to the Shrine. There was a pause and soft whispers took its place. Not whispers of common or Hin or elven.

The male drow that stood just inside the entrance probably saw a quick flash of something pass him as the little flying creature swooped down and simply chirruped at him. He soon was able to see the invisible figure.

She was bent down and dumping something from a bag on the ground just inside the entrance. It was quick and she simply left the bag there when the contents was emptied. Her armor left her thighs bare; her skin was like polished obsidian. Her hood covered her head. The scent of exotic spices and something coppery came from her as she faced the male.

“Vendui.” She said.

“Who do you think you are?” He asked.

Her voice was pleasant and silky smooth. She answered in drow. “I am whom I think I am, male. I will remember your features. For when you realize your destiny and come to see me.”

Then she was gone - a brief glimpse of the symbol on her cloak, a web with a spider perhaps.

The contents of the bag was ash.

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Ari'aerath Dlues'athsha ~ Silver Singer with the Bow of the Sun
Clarette Feohn ~ Magic is Art.
Victoria Marrs ~ "I have an herb for that."

Emerging from the shadows of the shrine, Reh'cra would just shrug and take the bag to someone that could identify it.

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Adair - Druid and part time treant cosplayer

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