The Syliras Theatre, 5th of Bell, 46th of Spring 514 A.V
Very early morning in the fortress city of Peace, Syna was about to rise from her slumber, taking her place in the sky over Leth. Bluish light shone down upon the Syliran Theatre which had the open-air ceiling, no performances where scheduled for this early and very few people were there, mostly elderly couple who sought a peaceful atmosphere for Syliras was busy for twenty four bells in some districts such as the Great Bazaar. It seemed dawn would pass on peacefully as always, the first show that day would begin at the eight Bell after all.
"Oh... Sacred Lily..."
However, a haunting voice could be heard, echoing in the theater. All eyes turned to the center stage where a translucent woman with white flowing robes and long dark hair reaching her waist could be seen, swirling white mists could be seen surrounding her form, she carried a chilling, yet soothing presence, she was one of the ethereals, a soul refusing to pass on. She was a ghost.
"Soil not the body of a Virgin..."
Sanctity tainted by the claws of Vermin..."
She continued her song and seemed placid enough, most of the elders there relaxed then opted to watch the ghost's performance. It was likely her last wish binding her to this world was to sing and once this was done, she would be satisfied and move on.
OOCAlright, you can make your entrance and move the plot on your own.
PM me if you have any questions or aren't sure about anything.
Very early morning in the fortress city of Peace, Syna was about to rise from her slumber, taking her place in the sky over Leth. Bluish light shone down upon the Syliran Theatre which had the open-air ceiling, no performances where scheduled for this early and very few people were there, mostly elderly couple who sought a peaceful atmosphere for Syliras was busy for twenty four bells in some districts such as the Great Bazaar. It seemed dawn would pass on peacefully as always, the first show that day would begin at the eight Bell after all.
"Oh... Sacred Lily..."
However, a haunting voice could be heard, echoing in the theater. All eyes turned to the center stage where a translucent woman with white flowing robes and long dark hair reaching her waist could be seen, swirling white mists could be seen surrounding her form, she carried a chilling, yet soothing presence, she was one of the ethereals, a soul refusing to pass on. She was a ghost.
"Soil not the body of a Virgin..."
Sanctity tainted by the claws of Vermin..."
She continued her song and seemed placid enough, most of the elders there relaxed then opted to watch the ghost's performance. It was likely her last wish binding her to this world was to sing and once this was done, she would be satisfied and move on.
OOCAlright, you can make your entrance and move the plot on your own.
PM me if you have any questions or aren't sure about anything.
