Grimsvald
Elder Member
Silence sits heavy in the night like a ton of stones crushing a long dead witch. Even the howl of the winter winds lands dull on the ear. For an hour that silence is unwavering, but then the sound of thunder cracks. Thunder in the form of a heeled shoe on marble tiles. A persistent sound that builds to a crescendo at the exit and shatters the silence of the night. It is the sound of you walking away from another dead end.
It's hard to believe this wasn't it. A long cobbled road named Arterio lead you here to the church of Sacred Hearts. Father Cardiac's corpse sizzles on the floor next to the broken pews. You searched every inch of this place and there was no heart shaped ruby to break. Your mind shuffles through clues like a dealer trying to play with two decks of cards. No matter how you stack it there is no winning hand.
The wet tongue of fidget winter licks your face and leaves it pale. It has been many years since you stood in a cold like this and it took you a lot of walking to find yourself here. The warmth of the burning church behind you beckons you to return to its blazing bosom. Somehow it seems welcoming. A part of you wants to turn back and drink in the embers, but some greater power sets its hand on your shoulder and pushes you out.
This is the first step on a new lead. This is a step in the right direction. This time things will be different. Something carried on the wind told you to travel to Crestwood. You won't let this omen go unheard. You're not mindlessly chasing the whispers of a dead man, you are trudging after screams of vindication.