Gaeriel felt the presence of the other wights in the tunnels. She hated to associate with them, the stronger ones, but now it seemed there was something happening. The human girl, the servant of the one of the other two wights that haunted these halls. Gaeriel knew best than to try to kill Gorthroth's play things. She did, however wonder what was going on. She would find out soon enough might as well just sit here and wait for whatever was coming, or going....
She moved over to her last plaything, now long dead, and gloated. She had killed this unfortunate orc. It had invaded her territory, yes orcs were not the best game, they are not so much afraid of her but they do learn. They were not so fun she waited and savored the day when wither man or other such race were to fall into her twisted webs of fear and death. She wanted the exhilaration it gave her every time she killed or in the least drove someone stark raving mad. This was her food and the despair that poured forth from some was her drink. She was her in this deep and dark place damned for all eternity, or until her demise, in this darkness, devoid of life. Gaeriel believed she should keep these hall in this form, and so she would have killed that human girl but for Gorthroth and Cersed. Though she was a wight she was wary of them.
She continued to gloat over the now badly decomposed body.
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Bloody Stumps!!!
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