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Annalaliath · 05-16-2003, 01:24 PM

Gaeriel had been looking at al of the living and breathing things in the room with her. She looked at the other wights and contained herself, as she listened to Gorthroth. She understood the whole of the plan. She hated to be ordered around (a trait that she had carried on into death); she was the one who liked giving them. Gaeriel also knew the importance of following these orders anyway. She listened and when Gorthroth mentioned her as to accompany the first ambush party she almost hated him for it, and yet, she was excited; the opportunity to kill, or at least to drive mortals mad.

" How will we attack?" she asked pieces of skin flaking to the floor disappearing into nothing, " I mean what do you want me to do, sir?" she asked the last word ending venomously. " Shall we lure or shall we run in on them head on. What is your plan other than just the ambush, how will it work?" Gaeriel asked these questions, her mind teaming with evil ideas. Her voice seemed a raspy echo in the minds of all that listened. Her voice had once been loving and kind, the type of voice children loved. But no more it was reduced to a rasp, a breath of wind that could be heard in the mind, but occasionally audible to loving ears.

She suddenly changed her appearance; from the mummified creature that she preferred to the woman she had been. The green glow about her reflected of white skin and blue green eyes flecked with gold. She still wore traveling clothes but they were no longer reduced to rags. Her sword at her hip swung gently down from her belt and its white pominal shown in the green glow of her presence. This was a great luring tactic, she wondered if Gorthrth knew this. She looked at Rysha, her eyes full of evil. " You are such a good little thrall aren’t you?" She looked at the girl with contempt, and a hint of jealousy.

" What do you want to do?" she asked looking back to Gorthroth. Her voice dripped with venom; still a rasping in the air.

[ May 16, 2003: Message edited by: Annalaliath ]

05-16-2003, 01:24 PM	#48
Annalaliath Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: Albuquerque Posts: 380	Gaeriel had been looking at al of the living and breathing things in the room with her. She looked at the other wights and contained herself, as she listened to Gorthroth. She understood the whole of the plan. She hated to be ordered around (a trait that she had carried on into death); she was the one who liked giving them. Gaeriel also knew the importance of following these orders anyway. She listened and when Gorthroth mentioned her as to accompany the first ambush party she almost hated him for it, and yet, she was excited; the opportunity to kill, or at least to drive mortals mad. " How will we attack?" she asked pieces of skin flaking to the floor disappearing into nothing, " I mean what do you want me to do, sir?" she asked the last word ending venomously. " Shall we lure or shall we run in on them head on. What is your plan other than just the ambush, how will it work?" Gaeriel asked these questions, her mind teaming with evil ideas. Her voice seemed a raspy echo in the minds of all that listened. Her voice had once been loving and kind, the type of voice children loved. But no more it was reduced to a rasp, a breath of wind that could be heard in the mind, but occasionally audible to loving ears. She suddenly changed her appearance; from the mummified creature that she preferred to the woman she had been. The green glow about her reflected of white skin and blue green eyes flecked with gold. She still wore traveling clothes but they were no longer reduced to rags. Her sword at her hip swung gently down from her belt and its white pominal shown in the green glow of her presence. This was a great luring tactic, she wondered if Gorthrth knew this. She looked at Rysha, her eyes full of evil. " You are such a good little thrall aren’t you?" She looked at the girl with contempt, and a hint of jealousy. " What do you want to do?" she asked looking back to Gorthroth. Her voice dripped with venom; still a rasping in the air. [ May 16, 2003: Message edited by: Annalaliath ] __________________ Bloody Stumps!!!