The Vengeful Dead

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[ 74] Nymaya: The Vengeful Dead
Sat Jul  8 15:18:08 2017
To: All Ashtiel ( RP Imm Cahlizna )
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She sat and stared down at the broken blade in her grasp.

It shimmered with a mithril gleam, it had been gifted to her by the Shalonost upon finally earning the Kyorl sash.  It had been her first Kyorl blade and had meant so much.  It still resonated with her Song, though it was soft, discordant.  It was fitting but did it need to linger as such?

The blade could be mended, yes, but it would never sing with the full unbroken sound of the bladesong.  Would it be worth the effort?  A part of her disagreed, a tiny part of her hoped that the answer would be so simple.

She smiled with bitter wryness to consider it, but no, it had taken her years - nigh on two centuries - to earn the mere right to wear the sash.  After that, the merciless training had consisted of meditation, elemental focus and finally the Song itself.

What had been broken in her, she wasn't sure could ever be fixed.  Though no one had ever tried and she honestly wasn't sure where to begin.  There was no road, no previous path to walk.  There was no guide, no certainty in anything but the Haunt as it was.

'Despite Da'shal's wishes, as you know, the Song cannot be ripped out of an Elf, Songkeeper.'

Cruel, cruel irony in the sound of the voice that whispered back to her through the ages.  It reaffirmed her sense of fate in the path she had long been treading though.  She had condemned an elf to die for breaking his oath to the Kyorl but in all things now, she was paying the price his life demanded - by walking a similar, if darker, path.

She deserved her fate, a thousand times over, for taking the life of Lendach.

No.  She likely did not deserve to have her Song healed or made whole, much as it might give her peace.  So many years had passed now while it weighed on her and no answer had ever been forthcoming.  Lendach would apparently have his vengeance one way or another.

She ran her fingers down the broken blade, taking in its discordant hum, and then slipped it back into its sheath.  She could appreciate vengeance.