A lost Relic

[Progressive-Psy]

He enters as his Matron tells him, when he sees her he looks shocked seeming worried about her, but doesn't act on it, instead he bows before her deeply and with respect. His eyes search the room for a glass and a bottle of blood wine; he notices the decanter on the table and hurries to pour the deep red fluid into her glass. “Not just on our Qu'ellar?” He asks, handing her the glass with lowered eyes.

[Halo Deity]

Qilintha pushes the glass aside. "Weakness will not overcome us." Her bloodied hand grasps Ril'vyrs arm, her claws pushing into his armour. "I have seen the end." She releases her grip, then storms off towards the altar room, a trail of blood swept behind her.

[Progressive-Psy]

Ril'vyr quickly puts the glass on the desk before she grabs his arm, his eyes looks her up and down as her hold of his arm gets tighter, before he can say anything she rushes off. Quickly he follows her, but not before ordering the guards that stands at her door to clean up the blood in her room.

[Halo Deity]

She turns on her heel, facing those gathered. The priestesses kneel at Qilintha's feet as her veil is released from her features, chanting their prayers.


Globules of blood rested over every fanged mark in her skin, wider wounds pouring with a dark, thick, sticky substance, it seemingly having a life of its own. Her skin pulsates, glowing yet darkly sucking the light from around her, her lips parting gently to release spiders from her mouth. Her fingers reach into the air, as if to speak but is struck down suddenly. 'Is she speaking again?' The priestesses catch her as her eyes roll back into her head.


Only one image in her mind as she falls into a fit, her fingers grasping as her feet kicked at any of those brave enough to remain by her side.