To See Beyond The Forest Edge
Who: Pirogoeth, OPEN to anyone. When: Thursday morning. Where: The edge of Our Town. What: Pirogoeth, not trusting the town, plans to escape, while she still can't really move that well. Rating/Warnings: None at the moment? Pirogoeth might mention burning people depending.
Pirogoeth did not trust the town. She could not trust the town. Largo. Largo was dead. He was dead because SHE had healed Niho. No matter how strong, a sword through the chest was a pretty reassuring death. He had already been weakened and near the point he could easily die if he had been a weaker man. She couldn't believe he was alive and somehow lost his mind, to forget her.
And upon paying attention, she began to see...them. Her people. The maids, the soldiers, the royal court. She saw people of Kuith. People whose names still burned in her memory even if she tried not to think much of her old homeland.
The god, The Sherpherd, had said people would appear here that people knew. Familiar faces. To Pirogoeth, it could be only the town of the dead. Just like Niho's towns, but all the more painful in it's reminders of his power. However, with her body still healing, her magic still replenishing, she was in no state to even try and sense him, to find him, and be sure he was dead.
So with bandages over her wounds, all self treated and probably not the best with how drained she had been, wearing the tattered and banged up armor, and only armed with a dagger, she stood at the edge of Our Town. She stared hard at the forest.
'Those trees are evil.' She had to wonder if perhaps that statement so often said was applicable here. She wasn't even sure if she could probably dispatch an evil tree. But with a glance back at the Our Town, she wasn't sure if she could stay here alone, to face all those faces she had failed.