Spring 17th
There are two sorts of days you know, good day, and bad ones. For Vayle those days correlate with different things. Good days are days that he wields his Fiddle and plays his music for crowds bringing smiles to the faces of strangers, not to mention this is what got him his pay. Bad days, correlated with the scythe and mask, the other side of Vayle's Dichotomy. Those were the days where Vayle hunted for undead and ghosts that needed to be passed on.
Today, today was a good day today was a day for a performance. The question was, where to perform? Somewhere high, somewhere people would see walking through the muddy streets instrument in hand Vayle looked for a place to perform, Money was tight at the moment, most of it spet buying his apartment in Sunberth, his new home. So getting some money would be his first real goal.
As Vayle walked his eyes alighted on what would be his stage, it was even decorated already. the wooden stage replete with a noose and bloodstains, yes, the Gallows, they would make a fine place for a performance, at this point, no one was hanging and no crowd was formed. Though that would change soon.
Taking his position Vayle stood upon the impromptu stage, Closed his eyes and drew in a long breath. Setting the bow on the strings he drew the bow roughly across the string eliciting a hideous screech. Waiting a moment Vayle allowed the sound to attract the curious gazes of those who had heard it. But before anyone had the time to ask just what the petch Vayle was doing, he played another note. This note came out much clearer than the first, a long somber note. From there a chain of notes began to flow from Vayles instrument sounds he had learne in Black rock, music that brought somber thoughts as if the sounds were being sung by a quire of ghosts, who longed for the lives they had once lived.
Vayle felt that the first step in coming o understand Dira's embrace was to understand that death was not a thing that was scary, places where death was embodied, be it a grave, or a hangman's noose. That's why Vayle felt compelled to play in Morbid places, though he did have an ulterior motive, Vayle was searching the city for it's undead, planning to deal justice to them as opportunities arose, Sunberth was a beautiful training ground, one could operate stealthily and death wasn't something that turned heads in the city. Though such thoughts were unimportant at the moment as Vayle needed to focus on his performance. As he played Vayle could feel the stares h was accumulated, some curious, others... less so. Though what mattered was the fact that they were watching the more attention he could garner, the higher the pay after all, and one can't hunt ghosts with empty pockets right?
There are two sorts of days you know, good day, and bad ones. For Vayle those days correlate with different things. Good days are days that he wields his Fiddle and plays his music for crowds bringing smiles to the faces of strangers, not to mention this is what got him his pay. Bad days, correlated with the scythe and mask, the other side of Vayle's Dichotomy. Those were the days where Vayle hunted for undead and ghosts that needed to be passed on.
Today, today was a good day today was a day for a performance. The question was, where to perform? Somewhere high, somewhere people would see walking through the muddy streets instrument in hand Vayle looked for a place to perform, Money was tight at the moment, most of it spet buying his apartment in Sunberth, his new home. So getting some money would be his first real goal.
As Vayle walked his eyes alighted on what would be his stage, it was even decorated already. the wooden stage replete with a noose and bloodstains, yes, the Gallows, they would make a fine place for a performance, at this point, no one was hanging and no crowd was formed. Though that would change soon.
Taking his position Vayle stood upon the impromptu stage, Closed his eyes and drew in a long breath. Setting the bow on the strings he drew the bow roughly across the string eliciting a hideous screech. Waiting a moment Vayle allowed the sound to attract the curious gazes of those who had heard it. But before anyone had the time to ask just what the petch Vayle was doing, he played another note. This note came out much clearer than the first, a long somber note. From there a chain of notes began to flow from Vayles instrument sounds he had learne in Black rock, music that brought somber thoughts as if the sounds were being sung by a quire of ghosts, who longed for the lives they had once lived.
Vayle felt that the first step in coming o understand Dira's embrace was to understand that death was not a thing that was scary, places where death was embodied, be it a grave, or a hangman's noose. That's why Vayle felt compelled to play in Morbid places, though he did have an ulterior motive, Vayle was searching the city for it's undead, planning to deal justice to them as opportunities arose, Sunberth was a beautiful training ground, one could operate stealthily and death wasn't something that turned heads in the city. Though such thoughts were unimportant at the moment as Vayle needed to focus on his performance. As he played Vayle could feel the stares h was accumulated, some curious, others... less so. Though what mattered was the fact that they were watching the more attention he could garner, the higher the pay after all, and one can't hunt ghosts with empty pockets right?