Dark Compulsion Timestamp: 91st of Summer, 512 AV Victor Lark and Seven Xu had finally come to Zeltiva, the city by the sea. But their journey had not been simple. Though they had faced no immediate dangers, one night in their tent (somewhere in the Mirahil Pass), a strange wind had blown. A dark, cold wind, that ratted the thin walls of the tent. It had lasted several minutes, and in its breath was a voice. A whisper. Words spoke in an ancient tongue, or at least garbled linguistics. Akajia held a place in Seven's heart, and so she often filled his mind too. Though neither of the men had been able to make out the whisper, Seven had begun to link the occurence to the Lady of the Night, pondering if she had appeared to them, and what she had tried to say. One night, in the city proper, the pair found themselves in the Kelp Bar. A drinking establishment of low class, and even lower quality drink. It was a rowdy place, a hotbed for sailors and their whores, and often a breeding ground for stories and rumours. Tonight was no different from the rest. Victor went up to the bar to get some drinks, and as he leaned on the wooden worktop, he listened in on the conversation closest to him. "Aye, aye. Black as the night, he said. All wailing and whispering, words they didn't even know." "And then what happened?" "It was a lady. A damned fair lady, but ghastly as a nuit, and she walked down to the water's edge. He didn't stay long enough to see anything else." One of the two men who had been speaking turned to his Kelp Beer, clearly chilled by the story he had just heard. |