At the Outskirt Ruins of Auduruna…
A hooded and robed figure walked in silence through the ruins, surveying the scene around that was just as silent as he was. He walked with a flowood staff in his hand that was capped with a black stone that was shaped like a spike and was wrapped in small tree roots. It was a rather cloudy night, but through the occasional breaks in the clouds, the moon shined brightly in the skies, illuminated the scene below. One of the figures feet made a splash sound, as if he had stepped in a puddle of water. The splashing continued until he finally came to a stop. He looked over the silent scene, his composure stern, yet his soul displayed disbelief.
The scene before him was one of indiscriminate slaughter. Bodies littered the ruins, mutilated in ghastly ways; limbs ripped out, throats crushed, guts torn asunder, torso’s liberated from the lower half….and these were not even the worst of them. The amount of