Day 92 of Winter, 512 AV. Syliss grabbed a piece of wadj, a quill, and a bottle of ink, and unscrewed the lid. She dipped the quill in the ink and wrote, not hesitating: WILL OF BETHSYLISS, DAUGHTER TO VVESEBETH OF THE VIPER DHANI I declare that all my fortune and belonging go to Ronin Invictus the Kelvic upon my death. May he pursue in my path. I pass down to him the pledge I swore to Singh re Naphu in light of avenging her family. Life no longer has anything to offer to me. Thank you for being there, Ronin. I love you. -- Bethsyliss Then Syliss reached for the kitchen knife and stuck it right between her ribs. Hot blood spurted out and stained the floor of her home. *end* |