Hours later, Brielle was kneeling in a clearing in the woods around the manor. Naked, her skin torn with a hundred wounds and her blood staining every step of the winding path from the manse to this place, she somehow yet at the blood and the energy for a few last tears, leaving pale pink trails through the ask caking her…
A Night at the Opera “Senator, it is an honor to welcome you to the opening night of our new playhouse!” The speaker, Kinslady Alaurelle of Foxglove Estate in southern Auridon, beamed with pride as she greeted each new arrival, though there was a strangeness to her... Perhaps it was the way that when she wasn't looking at…