𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝.
A war commander feared by his allies much as his enemies. Eber Soldat is a man of age and experience who can swing his long sword and behead the most opposing warriors with...
The smell of death rushes them as they enter the doorway into the nave lined with benches. The low clerestories let in the light of the setting sun, thereby giving sight to the scene. More people dead, some embraced by another in a last comfort. Here, there is a difference though. "There's no blood," Koza notes.
As Kasimir weaves through the bodies without a Blessing, Eber moves up beside Koza, "Apparently there were none among the undead that attacked who could walk unharmed on Hallowed ground as you do."
"Or tolerate it as you do," Koza retorts. "These poor people."
"Do not pity their choice."
Koza looks to Eber, "choice?"
"To starve," the General meets the Captain's gaze. "Than be eaten."
"Search all the rooms," Kasimir's plea to Biagio is heard and Eber turns to follow, curious of what greedy desire has brought them all here.
Outside of the church Lorelei pans over the wholesome imagery of humanity's devotion to God in the fence bordering the holy ground and the cross atop the steeple. Letting out a sigh, she turns from the sight. "I could use a drink," heading back to the tavern seen earlier as they entered Hieb.
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